There are people whose faces assume an unaccustomed beauty and majesty the moment they cease to look out of their eyes.

The creation of the world did not occur at the beginning of time, it occurs every day.

Our worst fears, like our greatest hopes, are not outside our powers, and we can come in the end to triumph over the former and to achieve the latter.

Everything that seems imperishable tends to extinguishment.

A woman whom we need and who makes us suffer elicits from us a whole gamut of feelings far more profound and vital than a man of genius who interests us.

The artist who gives up an hour of work for an hour of conversation with a friend knows that he is sacrificing a reality for something that does not exist (our friends being friends only in the light of an agreeable folly which travels with us through life and to which we readily accommodate ourselves, but which at the bottom of our hearts we know to be no more reasonable than the delusion of the man who talks to the furniture because he believes that it is alive.).

There is no idea that does not carry in itself a possible refutation, no word that does not imply its opposite.