…Perhaps this momentary life of ours is only the light that divides our infinite origin from our infinite end.

Literature is a state of culture, poetry is a state of grace, before and after culture.

Rodin picks a mushroom delighted, and shows it to Madame Rodin... "Look," he says excitedly, "and that takes but a single night! In one night all these are made, all these lamellas. That is good work."

Every country should realize that its turn at world domination, domination because its rights coincided more or less with the character or progress of the epoch, must terminate with the change brought about by this progress.

…Perhaps this momentary life of ours is only the light that divides our infinite origin from our infinite end.

The greatest assassin of life is haste, the desire to reach things before the right time which means overreaching them.

A fantasy can be equivalent to a paradise and if the fantasy passes, better yet, because eternal paradise would be very boring.