What a grand thing, to be loved! What a grander thing still, to love!
Dry happiness is like dry bread. We eat, but we do not dine. I wish for the superfluous, for the useless, for the extravagant, for the too much, for that which is not good for anything.
The real, native South Seas food is lousy. You can't eat it.
Poetry contains philosophy as the soul contains reason.
The hatred of luxury is not an intelligent hatred. It implies a hatred of arts.
It is an unpleasant thing to go to bed without supper, it is a still less pleasant thing not to sup and not to know where one is to sleep.