The past could always be annihilated. Regret, denial, or forgetfulness could do that. But the future was inevitable.

No work of art ever puts forward views. Views belong to people who are not artists.

My friend is not allowed to go out today. I sit by his side and read him passages from his own life. They fill him with surprise. Everyone should keep someone else's diary; I sometimes suspect you of keeping mine.

Every one is worthy of love, except him who thinks that he is. Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling.

Mere color, unspoiled by meaning, and unallied with definite form, can speak to the soul in a thousand different ways.

Every woman is a rebel, and usually in wild revolt against herself.

It is in the brain that the poppy is red, that the apple is odorous, that the skylark sings.