A boy in love is not mainly a calf but a poet.

No man is uninteresting when his hat is blown off and he has to scuttle after it down the street.

We cannot get happiness by striving after it, and yet with an effort we can impart it.

When one has praised Turgenev, however, for the beauty of his character and the beautiful truth of his art, one remembers that he, too, was human and therefore less than perfect. His chief failing was, perhaps, that of all the great artists, he was the most lacking in exuberance. That is why he began to be scorned in a world which rated exuberance higher than beauty or love or pity.

A cat is only technically an animal, being divine.

Were I a philosopher, I should write a philosophy of toys, showing that nothing else in life need to be taken seriously, and that Christmas Day in the company of children is one of the few occasions on which men become entirely alive.

Most human beings are quite likable if you don't see too much of them.