Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower.
God made the water but men made the wine.
Style is the substance of the subject called unceasingly to the surface.
A man without a woman is like a pistol without a trigger; it is the woman who makes the man go off.
There are no trifles in the human story, no trifling leaves on the tree.
Genius is a promontory jutting out into the infinite.