Only mediocre people are at the best all the time.

If it is necessary sometimes to lie to others, it is always despicable to lie to oneself.

Her tears were partly tears of happiness, for she felt that the strangeness between them was gone. She loved him now with a new love because he had made her suffer.

It's no use crying over spilt milk, because all of the forces of the universe were bent on spilling it.

The essence of the beautiful is unity in variety.

I have an idea that the only thing which makes it possible to regard this world we live in without disgust is the beauty which now and then men create out of the chaos. The pictures they paint, the music they compose, the books they write, and the lives they lead. Of all these the richest in beauty is the beautiful life. That is the perfect work of art.

Because a man can write great works he is none the less a man.