A great artist is a great man in a great child.

There are no weeds, and no worthless men. There are only bad farmers.

It has become necessary to call the attention of European governments to a fact which is apparently so insignificant that the governments seem not to notice it. The fact is this: an entire people is being annihilated. Where? In Europe. Are there witnesses? One witness, the entire world. Do the governments see it? No.

She was sad with an obscure sadness of which she had not the secret herself. There was in her whole person the stupor of a life ended but never commenced.

Whenever a man's friends begin to compliment him about looking young, he may be sure that they think he is growing old.

Every idea must have a visible enfolding.

You would have imagined her at one moment a maniac, at another a queen.