If God wished to punish us, all he would need to do would be to answer our prayers.

One's dreams must be big enough so as not to lose sight of them.

Thin-lipped wisdom spoke at her from the worn chair, hinted at prudence, quoted from that book of cowardice whose author apes the name of common sense.

The basis of action is lack of imagination. It is the last resource of those who know not how to dream.

The English public takes no interest in a work of art until it is told that the work in question is immoral.

The gods are strange. It is not our vices only they make instruments to scourge us. They bring us to ruin through what in us is good, gentle, humane, loving.

Most modern calendars mar the sweet simplicity of our lives by reminding us that each day that passes is the anniversary of some perfectly uninteresting event.