He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realize

The vilest deeds like poison weeds Bloom well in prison air; It is only what is good in man That wastes and withers there.

I have put my talent into writing, my genius I have saved for living.

Her capacity for family affection is extraordinary. When her third husband died, her hair turned quite gold from grief.

The proper basis for marriage is mutual misunderstanding. The happiness of a married man depends on the people he has not married. One should always be in love - that's the reason one should never marry.

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

What men call the shadow of the body is not the shadow of the body, but is the body of the soul.