Considering how foolishly people act and how pleasantly they prattle, perhaps it would be better for the world if they talked more and did less.

To write simply is as difficult as to be good.

A state of reverie does not avoid reality, it accedes to reality.

It has amazed me that the most incongruous traits should exist in the same person and, for all that, yield a plausible harmony.

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.

Common-sense appears to be only another name for the thoughtlessness of the unthinking. It is made of the prejudices of childhood, the idiosyncrasies of individual character and the opinion of the newspapers.

Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger. There is really nothing to be said about it. It is like the perfume of a rose: you can smell it and that is all.