Art distills sensations and embodies it with enhanced meaning.

Is there anything more terrible than a "call"? It affords an occasion for the exchange of the most threadbare commonplaces. Calls and the theatre are the two great centers for the propagation of platitudes.

I believe in God as I believe in my friends, because I feel the breath of His affection, feel His invisible and intangible hand, drawing me, leading me, grasping me; because I possess an inner consciousness of a particular providence and of a universal mind that marks out for me the course of my own destiny.

It is not the shilling I give you that counts, but the warmth that it carries with it from my hand.

A man does not die of love or his liver or even of old age; he dies of being a man.

Only he who attempts the absurd is capable of achieving the impossible.

The moment love is equated with happiness, it is satisfied — and is no longer love. The satisfied, the happy ones, do not love; they fall asleep in habit, near neighbor to annihilation.