...one of the traits of genius is not to drag its thought through the rut worn by vulgar minds.
It is with blows dealt by public contempt that a husband kills his wife in the nineteenth century; it is by shutting the doors ofall the drawing-rooms in her face.
This is the curse of our age, even the strangest aberrations are no cure for boredom.
A wise woman never yields by appointment. It should always be an unforeseen happiness.
God's only excuse is that he does not exist.
The man of genius is he and he alone who finds such joy in his art that he will work at it come hell or high water.