One does not see anything until one sees its beauty.
Can they feel, I wonder, those white silent people we call the dead?
The trouble with women is, that when they grow up, they turn into their mothers. The trouble with men is, that they don't.
The aim of the liar is simply to charm, to delight, to give pleasure. He is the very basis of civilized society.
If a man treats life artistically, his brain is his heart.
Now it seems to me that love of some kind is the only possible explanation of the extraordinary amount of suffering that there is in the world.