The bright dawn flooded the room, and swept the fantastic shadows into dusky corners, where they lay shuddering.

It was the passions about whose origin we deceived ourselves that tyrannized most strongly over us.

When I am in trouble, eating is the only thing that consoles me. Indeed, as any one who knows me intimately will tell you, I refuse everything except food and drink. At the present moment I am eating muffins because I am unhappy. Besides, I am particularly fond of muffins.

A subject that is beautiful in itself gives no suggestion to the artist. It lacks imperfection.

Poor? What does that matter? When poverty creeps in at the door, love flies in through the window.

I wonder who it was defined man as a rational animal. It was the most premature definition ever given. Man is many things, but he is not rational.

Charity creates a multitude of sins.