Every man of genius sees the world at a different angle from his fellows, and there is his tragedy.

Dancing as an art, we may be sure, cannot die out, but will always be undergoing a rebirth. Not merely as an art, but also as a social custom, it perpetually emerges afresh from the soul of the people.

It is the little writer rather than the great writer who seems never to quote, and the reason is that he is never really doing anything else.

Still, whether we like it or not, the task of speeding up the decrease of the human population becomes increasingly urgent.

Man lives by imagination.

Every artist writes his own autobiography.

Life is livable because we know that wherever we go most of the people we meet will be restrained in their actions towards us by an almost instinctive network of taboos.