Each little thing that we do passes into the great machine of life which may grind our virtues to powder and make them worthless, or transform our sins into elements of a new civilization, more marvelous and more splendid than any that has gone before.

Nothing annoys people so much as not receiving invitations.

The more one analyses people, the more all reasons for analysis disappear. Sooner or later one comes to that dreadful universal thing called human nature.

An artist should create beautiful things, but should put nothing of his own life into them.

People fashion their God after their own understanding. They make their God first and worship him afterwards.

To begin with, I dined there on Monday, and once a week is quite enough to dine with one's own relations.

Fantastic shadows of birds