He stepped down trying not to look long at her, as though she were the sun, yet he saw her as one sees the sun, without looking.

We all know him to be a proud, unpleasant sort of man; but this would be nothing if you really liked him.

told me I wasn't enough. it's funny how your weakness was blamed on how strong I am

It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness.

Art is not a handicraft, it is the transmission of feeling the artist has experienced.

Faith is the sense of life, that sense by virtue of which man does not destroy himself, but continues to live on. It is the force whereby we live.