Ideas are, in truth, forces. Infinite, too, is the power of personality. A union of the two always makes history.

The visible world is but man turned inside out that he may be revealed to himself.

I know of no substitute whatever for the force and beauty of an artistic process.

All intimacies are based on differences.

Of course what he most intensely dreams of is being taken out on walks, and the more you are able to indulge him the more will he adore you and the more all the latent beauty of his nature will come out.

There's no more usual basis of union than mutual misunderstanding.

It's never permitted to be surprised at the aberrations of born fools.