Where there is great love, there are always wishes.

What was any art but a mold in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself-life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.

I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived.

Happiness, to be dissolved into something complete and great.

There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before.

Only solitary men know the full joys of friendship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile his friends are everything.

The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is.

A child's attitude to everything is always an artist's attitude.

Men travel faster now, but I do not know if they go to better things.

I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.