Art is born of humiliation.

The relation of faith between subject and object is unique in every case. Hundreds may believe, but each has to believe by himself.

'Healing,' Papa would tell me, 'is not a science, but the intuitive art of wooing nature.'

Aphorisms are essentially an aristocratic genre of writing. The aphorist does not argue or explain, he asserts; and implicit in his assertion is a conviction that he is wiser and more intelligent than his readers.

Like love we don't know where or why Like love we cant compel or fly Like Love we often weep Like Love we seldom keep

Over the tea-cups and in the square the tongue has its desire; Still waters run deep, my dear, there's never smoke without fire.

A person incapable of imaging another world than given to him by his senses would be subhuman, and a person who identifies his imaginary world with the world of sensory fact has become insane.