Nothing is so stifling as symmetry. Symmetry is boredom, the quintessence of mourning. Despair yawns. There is something more terrible than a hell of suffering - a hell of boredom.

Woe, alas, to those who have loved only bodies, forms, appearances! Death will rob them of everything. Try to love souls, you will find them again.

Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.

The aim of art is almost divine: to bring to life again if it is writing history, to create if it is writing poetry.

The sadness which reigned everywhere was but an excuse for unfailing kindness.

No matter who you are, the thought of so much suffering and degradation must cause you to shudder at the sight of a veil or cassock, those two shrouds of human invention.

Foppery is the egotism of clothes.