Life is very nice, but it lacks form. It's the aim of art to give it some.

Beauty is one of the rare things that do not lead to doubt of God.

We poison our lives with fear of burglary and shipwreck, and, ask anyone, the house is never burgled, and the ship never goes down.

When you are forty, half of you belongs to the past... And when you are seventy, nearly all of you.

Poor little men, poor little cocks! As soon as they're old enough, they swell their plumage to be conquerors. If they only knew that it's enough to be just a little bit wounded and sad in order to obtain everything without fighting for it.

Death is beautiful. It alone gives love its true habitat.

Beauty, real beauty, is something very grave. If there is a God, He must be partly that.