To contest an author's right to create a poetic or realistic work is to want to force him to change his temperament, challenge his originality, refuse to allow him to use the eye and the intelligence nature has given him.

I said, 'If other beings besides us exist on Earth, why didn't we meet them a long time ago?

And taking her friend’s hand, she put it on her breast, on that firm round covering of a woman’s heart which the male often finds so satisfying that he makes no attempt to find what lies beneath it.

You've never lived until you've almost died. For those who have fought for it, life has a flavor the protected shall never know.

Great minds that are healthy are never considered geniuses, while this sublime qualification is lavished on brains that are often inferior but are slightly touched by madness.

In fact living is dying.

We are accustomed to use our eyes only with the memory of what other people before us have thought about the object we are looking at.