There are three kinds of despots. There is the despot who tyrannizes over the body. There is the despot who tyrannizes over the soul. There is the despot who tyrannizes over the soul and body alike. The first is called the Prince. The second is called the Pope. The third is called the People.

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.

The way of paradoxes is the way of truth. To test Reality we must see it on the tight-rope.

True love is just like regular love, but with more truth.

If art is to have a special train, the critic must keep some seats reserved on it.

Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.

Be warned in time, James, and remain, as I do, incomprehensible: to be great is to be misunderstood.