Oh, earth, you're too wonderful for anybody to realize you.
Art is not only the desire to tell one's secret; it is the desire to tell it and hide it at the same time.
Ninety-nine percent of the people in the world are fools and the rest of us are in great danger of contagion.
Literature is the orchestration of platitudes.
For what human ill does dawn not seem to be alternative?
Those who are silent, self-effacing and attentive become the recipients of confidences.