An idea is like a rare bird which cannot be seen. What one sees is the trembling of the branch it has just left.

The effective in art is what rapes the emotions of your audience without nourishing its values.

I suppose the secret of his success is in his tremendous idleness which almost approaches the supernatural.

Sorrow is implicit in love as gravitation is implicit in mass.

Whatever the heart desires, it purchases at the cost of soul

What are stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing?

Life is more complicated than we think, yet far simpler than anyone dares to imagine