Say of him what you please, but I know my child's failings. I do not love him because he is good, but because he is my little child. How should you know how dear he can be when you try to weigh his merits against his faults? When I must punish him he becomes all the more a part of my being. When I cause his tears to come my heart weeps with him. I alone have a right to blame and punish, for he only may chastise who loves.

A lamp can only light another lamp when it continues to burn in its own flame.

Do not blame the food because you have no appetite.

In Art, man reveals himself and not his objects.

The hours trip rapidly away, hiding their dreams in their skirts.

Other animals ran only when they had a reason, but the horse would run for no reason whatever, as if to run out of his own skin

The earth paints a portrait of the sun at dawn with sunflowers in bloom. Unhappy with the portrait, she erases it and paints it again and again.