Where words leave off, music begins.

You cannot feed the hungry on statistics.

Oh, what lies there are in kisses.

We know only that our entire existence is forced into new paths and disrupted, that new circumstances, new joys and new sorrows await us, and that the unknown has its uncanny attractions, alluring and at the same time anguishing.

Photography is a witness against the mistaken opinion that art is an imitation of nature.

Talking and eloquence are not the same: to speak and to speak well are two things. A fool may talk, but a wise man speaks.

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