She shows us only surfaces, but she is million-fathoms deep.
The affirmative of affirmatives... is love.
A sect or party is an elegant incognito devised to save a man from the vexation of thinking.
The poor are only they who feel poor.
There are men whose manners have the same essential splendor as the simple and awful sculpture on the friezes of the Parthenon, and the remains of the earliest Greek art.
Guard your own spare moments. They are like uncut diamonds.