When she sees the leaves fall, they raise no other idea in her mind than that winter is approaching.

Riches amassed in haste will diminish; but those collected by hand and little by little will multiply.

He who moves not forward, goes backward.

Man can find no better retreat from the world than art, and man can find no stronger link with the world than art.

I hate everything that merely instructs me without augmenting or directly invigorating my activity.

Superstition is part of the poetry of life.

Only that type of story deserves to be called moral that shows us that one has the power within oneself to act, out of the conviction that there is something better, even against one's own inclination.