Women love us for our defects. If we have enough of them, they will forgive us everything, even our gigantic intellects.

Man can believe the impossible, but man can never believe the improbable.

What the artist is always looking for is the mode of existence in which soul and body are one and indivisible: in which the outward is expressive of the inward: in which form reveals.

Few parents nowadays pay any regard to what their children say to them. The old fashioned respect for the young is fast dying out.

Ridicule is the tribute paid to the genius by the mediocrities.

Far away beyond the pine-woods,' he answered, in a low dreamy voice, 'there is a little garden. There the grass grows long and deep, there are the great white stars of the hemlock flower, there the nightingale sings all night long. All night long he sings, and the cold, crystal moon looks down, and the yew-tree spreads out its giant arms over the sleepers.

Like two doomed ships that pass in storm we had crossed each other's way: but we made no sign, we said no word, we had no word to say.