I fell asleep reading a dull book and dreamed I kept on reading, so I awoke from sheer boredom.

She resembles the Venus de Milo: she is very old, has no teeth, and has white spots on her yellow skin.

The men of action are, after all, only the unconscious instruments of the men of thought.

Oh what lies there are in kisses! And their guile so well prepared! Sweet the snaring is; but this is Sweeter still, to be ensnared.

I live! Red life boils in my veins, earth yields beneath my feet, in the glow of love I embrace trees and statues, and they live in my embrace. Every woman is to me the gift of a world. I revel in the melody of her countenance, and with a single glance of my eye I can enjoy more than others with their every limb through all their lives.

There is only one writer in whom I find something that reminds me of the directness of style which is found in the Bible. It is Shakespeare.

Thought is invisible nature.