There are some things you learn best in calm, and some in storm.
Some memories are realities, and are better than anything that can ever happen to one again.
Where there is great love, there are always wishes.
What was any art but a mould 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.
The fact that I was a girl never damaged my ambitions to be a pope or an emperor.
When kindness has left people, even for a few moments, we become afraid of them as if their reason had left them. When it has left a place where we have always found it, it is like shipwreck; we drop from security into something malevolent and bottomless.
All the intelligence and talent in the world can't make a singer. The voice is a wild thing. It can't be bred in captivity. It is a sport, like the silver fox. It happens.
The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.
There are only two or three human stories, and they go on repeating themselves as fiercely as if they had never happened before.
The condition every art requires is, not so much freedom from restriction, as freedom from adulteration and from the intrusion of foreign matter.
That is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great.
No one can build his security upon the nobleness of another person.
I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.
The stupid believe that to be truthful is easy; only the artist, the great artist, knows how difficult it is.
Desire is creation, is the magical element in that process. If there were an instrument by which to measure desire, one could foretell achievement.
Paris is a hard place to leave, even when it rains incessantly and one coughs continually from the dampness.
Only solitary men know the full joys of friendship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile, his friends are everything.
Every artist makes himself born. It is very much harder than the other time, and longer.
Give the people a new word and they think they have a new fact.
A work-room should be like an old shoe; no matter how shabby, it's better than a new one.
I shall not die of a cold. I shall die of having lived.
The miracles of the church seem to me to rest not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near to us from afar off, but upon our perceptions being made finer, so that for a moment our eyes can see and our ears can hear what is there about us always.
The irregular and intimate quality of things made entirely by the human hand.
Winter lies too long in country towns; hangs on until it is stale and shabby, old and sullen.