I and this mystery, here we stand.

There will never be any more perfection than there is now.

The art of art, the glory of expression, is simplicity. Nothing is better than simplicity, and the sunlight of letters is simplicity. Nothing is better than simplicity-nothing can make up for excess, or for the lack of definiteness.

Every moment of light and dark is a miracle.

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."

I am as bad as the worst, but, thank God, I am as good as the best.

I am not contain'd between my hat and boots.