Sometimes a man hits upon a place to which he mysteriously feels that he belongs.

Well, you know when people are no good at anything else they become writers.

I never spend more than one hour in a gallery. That is as long as one's power of appreciation persists.

She alone had been blind to his merit. Why? Because he loved her and she did not love him. What was it in the human heart that made you despise a man because he loved you?

I'm afraid you've thought me a bigger fool than I am.

Men seek but one thing in life - their pleasure.

The great trues are too important to be new.