Truly as the sun can rot or mend, love can make one bestial or make a beast a man.

I believe verbal felicity is the fruit of ardor, of diligence, and of refusing to be false.

I wonder what Adam and Eve think of it by this time.

When one is frank, one's very presence is a compliment.

Honesty - however dangerous - should be as valuable as radium it seems to me.

All are / naked, none is safe.

When we think we don't like art it is because it is artificial art.