Thought is the greatest of pleasures —pleasure itself is only imagination—have you ever enjoyed anything more than your dreams?

But some day sooner or later our passion would have cooled - inevitably - it's the way with everything human.

What an elder sees sitting; the young can't see standing.

What wretched poverty of language! To compare stars to diamonds!

Through small apertures we glimpse abysses whose sombre depths turn us faint. And yet over the whole there hovers an extraordinary tenderness.

On certain occasions art can shake very ordinary spirits, and whole worlds can be revealed by its clumsiest interpreters.

One mustn't always believe that feeling is everything. In the arts, it is nothing without form.