What is addressed to us for contemplation does not threaten us, but makes us intellectual beings.

Mysticism is the mistake of an accidental and individual symbol for an universal one.

The best picture makes us say, I am a painter also.

I take this evanescence and lubricity of all objects, which lets them slip through our fingers then when we clutch hardest, to be the most unhandsome part of our condition.

Cannot we let [children] be themselves, and enjoy life in their own way? You are trying to make another you. One's enough.

Who loses a day loses life.

How much of human life is lost in waiting.