From every Englishman emanates a kind of gas, the deadly choke-damp of boredom.

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

Write . . . write . . . pencil . . . paper.

At first I was almost about to despair, I thought I never could bear it — but I did I bear it. The question remains: how?

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.

In the image of the lion made He kittens small and curious.

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.