You cannot pluck love out of your heart as you would pull a tooth.

Admiration bestowed upon any one but ourselves is always tedious.

Music is of two kinds: one petty, poor, second-rate, never varying, its base the hundred or so phrasings which all musicians understand, a babbling which is more or less pleasant, the life that most composers live.

Paris, like every pretty woman, is subject to inexplicable whims of beauty and ugliness.

A man is a poor creature compared to a woman.

Misfortune makes of certain souls a vast desert through which rings the voice of God.

A courage which looks easy & yet is rare; the courage of a teacher repeating day after day the same lessons - the least rewarded of all forms of courage.