An angel! Nonsense! Everybody so describes his mistress; and yet I find it impossible to tell you how perfect she is, or why she is so perfect: suffice it to say she has captivated all my senses.

If youth is a fault, it is one that one gets rid of soon enough.

My poor head is in such a whirl, my mind is all in bits.

How often do I lull my seething blood to rest, for you have never seen anything so unsteady, so uncertain, as this heart.

Human life runs its course in the metamorphosis between receiving and giving.

Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiation - creation - there is one elementary truth, the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans.

The new vulcanism is really a daring attempt to connect the present, incomprehensible world to a past, unknown one.