To me Art's subject is the human clay, / And landscape but a background to a torso; / All Cezanne's apples I would give away / For one small Goya or a Daumier.

Human beings are, necessarily, actors who...can be divided...into the sane who know they are acting and the mad who do not.

Yet no one hears his own remarks as prose.

A vice in common can be the ground of a friendship but not a virtue in common. X and Y may be friends because they are both drunkards or womanizers but, if they are both sober and chaste, they are friends for some other reason.

You shall love your crooked neighbour, with your crooked heart.

There's always another story. There's more than meets the eye.

It's usually the stupid people that develop long illnesses. You need more than indolence and selfishness, you need endurance to make a good patient.