In a few hours one could cover that incalculable distance; from the winter country and homely neighbours, to the city where the air trembled like a tuning-fork with unimaginable possibilities.

Youth, art, love, dreams, true-heartedness - why must they go out of the summer world into darkness?

The world is little, people are little, human life is little. There is only one big thing — desire.

Desire is creation, is the magical element in that process. If there were an instrument by which to measure desire, one could foretell achievement.

A pioneer should have imagination, should be able to enjoy the idea of things more than the things themselves.

Henry Colbert, the miller, always breakfasted with his wife--beyond that he appeared irregularly at the family table.

Paris is a hard place to leave, even when it rains incessantly and one coughs continually from the dampness.