The entire being of a woman is a secret which should be kept.

It's an odd feeling-farewell-there is some envy in it. Men go off to be tested for courage and if we're tested at all, it's for patience, for doing without, for how well we can endure loneliness.

The present is always unsettled, no one has had time to contemplate it in tranquillity . I was a painter before I was a writer and a painter never wants the subject right under his nose; he wants to stand back and study a landscape with half-closed eyes.

Man and woman are two locked caskets, of which each contains the key to the other.

One does not travel by plane. One is merely sent, like a parcel.

A giraffe is so much a lady that one refrains from thinking of her legs, but remembers her as floating over the plains in long garb, draperies of morning mist her mirage.

Through all the world there goes one long cry from the heart of the artist: Give me a chance to do my best.