There is a genius of a nation, which is not to be found in the numerical citizens, but which characterizes the society.

A child reminds us that playtime is an essential part of our daily routine.

Art is a jealous mistress; and if a man have a genius for painting, poetry, music, architecture or philosophy, he makes a bad husband and an ill provider.

A man's style is his mind's voice. Wooden minds, wooden voices.

A skilful man reads his dreams for his selfknowledge; yet not the details, but the quality.

You have just dined, and however scrupulously the slaughterhouse is concealed in the graceful distance of miles, there is complicity.

If I cannot brag of knowing something, then I brag of not knowing it; at any rate, brag.