Some people say that beauty is a curse. It may be true, but I'm sure I should not have at all minded being cursed a little.

The world is like a little marsh filled with mint and white hawthorn.

Fame is indeed beautiful and benign and gentle and satisfying, but happiness is something at once tender and brilliant beyond all things.

The art of Good Eating has two essential points: one must eat only when one is hungry, and one must take small bites.

Genius, apart from natural sensitiveness, is prone equally to unreasoning joy and to bitterest morbidness.

Some people say that beauty is a curse. It may be true, but I'm sure I should not have at all minded being cursed a little.

I consider calmly the question of how much evil I should need to kill off my finer feelings.