It requires the feminine temperament to repeat the same thing three times with unabated zest.

Art, unless it leads to right action, is no more than the opium of an intelligentsia.

Excess on occasion is exhilarating. It prevents moderation from acquiring the deadening effect of a habit.

Nothing more predisposes someone in our favour than to let him rob you a little.

I am afraid of people with too much charm. They devour you. In the end you are made a sacrifice to the exercise of their fascinating gift and their insincerity.

I happen to think we’ve set our ideal on the wrong objects; I happen to think that the greatest ideal man can set before himself is self-perfection.

A God that can be understood is no God. Who can explain the Infinite in words?