The world seemed to me fine because you were in it, and goodness more real because you lived.

I have learned this: it is not what one does that is wrong, but what one becomes as a consequence of it.

The more we study Art, the less we care for Nature. What Art really reveals to us is Nature's lack of design, her curious crudities, her extraordinary monotony, her absolutely unfinished condition.

The only thing I cannot resist is temptation.

What we have to do, what at any rate it is our duty to do, is to revive the old art of Lying.

The only way to get rid of tempation is to yeild to it.

In fact, now you mention the subject, I have been very bad in my own small way. I don't think you should be so proud of that, though I am sure it must have been very pleasant.