No, no—there are depths, depths! The more I go over it, the more I see in it, and the more I see in it, the more I fear. I don’t know what I don’t see—what I don’t fear!

She was a woman who, between courses, could be graceful with her elbows on the table.

It might seem that an egg which has succeeded in being fresh has done all that can reasonably be expected of it.

Art without life is a poor affair.

Criticism talks a good deal of nonsense, but even its nonsense is a useful force. It keeps the question of art before the world, insists upon its importance.

Live as you like best, and your character will take care of itself. Most things are good for you; the exceptions are very rare.

The artist is present in every page of every book from which he sought so assiduously to eliminate himself.