Only that which serves no end is beautiful; everything useful is ugly.

Our busy age does not always have time to read, but it always has time to look.

Books follow morals, and not morals books.

What I write is not for little girls.

Those horses must have been Spanish jennets, born of mares mated with a zephyr; for they went as swiftly as the wind, and the moon, which had risen at our departure to give us light, rolled through the sky like a wheel detached from its carriage.

Sometimes he sits at your feet looking into your face with an expression so gentle and caressing that the depth of his gaze startles you.

Modesty was made for the ugly.