When you work to please others you can't succeed, but the things you do to satisfy yourself stand a chance of catching someone's interest.

It is not because other people are dead that our affection for them grows faint, it is because we ourselves are dying.

A little tap at the window, as though some missile had struck it, followed by a plentiful, falling sound, as light, though, as if a shower of sand were being sprinkled from a window overhead; then the fall spread, took on an order, a rhythm, became liquid, loud, drumming, musical, innumerable, universal. It was the rain

A work in which there are theories is like an object which still has the ticket that shows its price.

Let us be grateful to people who make us happy, they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.

And so when studying faces, we do indeed measure them, but as painters, not as surveyors.

We have nothing to fear and a great deal to learn from trees, that vigorours and pacific tribe which without stint produces strengthening essences for us, soothing balms, and in whose gracious company we spend so many cool, silent, and intimate hours.