Words become luminous when the poet's finger has passed over them its phosphorescence.

Our life is woven wind.

One can with dignity be wife and widow but once.

Pleasures are always children, pains always have wrinkles.

Know that morality is a curb, not a spur.

Sexes. One has the look of a wound, the other of something skinned.

A fluent writer always seems more talented than he is. To write well, one needs a natural felicity and an acquired difficulty.