I can sympathize with everything, except suffering.
The birds that were singing in the dew-drenched garden seemed to be telling the flowers about her.
I can resist everything except temptation.
They get up early, because they have so much to do, and go to bed early, because they have so little to think about.
There are few things easier than to live badly and die well.
What the artist is always looking for is the mode of existence in which soul and body are one and indivisible: in which the outward is expressive of the inward: in which form reveals.