To the real artist in humanity, what are called bad manners are often the most picturesque and significant of all.

I see Hermes, unsuspected, dying, well-beloved, saying to the people, "Do not weep for me, This is not my true country, I have lived banished from my true country - I now go back there, I return to the celestial sphere where every one goes in his turn."

To the real artist in humanity, what are called bad manners are often the most picturesque and significant of all.

I find no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones.

To me the sea is a continual miracle; The fishes that swim - the rocks - the motion of the waves - the ships, with men in them, what stranger miracles are there?

I am an acme of things accomplished, and I an encloser of things to be.

There is no place like it, no place with an atom of its glory, pride, and exultancy. It lays its hand upon a man's bowels; he grows drunk with ecstasy; he grows young and full of glory, he feels that he can never die.