Lyrical poetry is much the same an every age, as the songs of the nightingales in every spring-time.

The propaganda of communism possesses a language which every people can understand. Its elements are simply hunger, envy, death.

Ordinarily he was insane, but he had lucid moments when he was merely stupid

Man,--the aristocrat amongst the animals.

Perfumes are the feelings of flowers, and as the human heart, imagining itself alone and unwatched, feels most deeply in the night-time, so seems it as if the flowers, in musing modesty, await the mantling eventide ere they give themselves up wholly to feeling...

Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle.

There is one thing on earth more terrible than English music, and that is English painting.