It is the little writer rather than the great writer who seems never to quote, and the reason is that he is never really doing anything else.

All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.

It is only the great men who are truly obscene. If they had not dared to be obscene, they could never have dared to be great.

Jealousy, that dragon which slays love under the pretence of keeping it alive.

Dancing is the loftiest, the most moving, the most beautiful of the arts, because it is no mere translation or abstraction from life; it is life itself.

All civilization has from time to time become a thin crust over a volcano of revolution.

If men and women are to understand each other, to enter into each other's nature with mutual sympathy, and to become capable of genuine comradeship, the foundation must be laid in youth.

There is nothing that war has ever achieved that we could not better achieve without it.

Charm is a woman's strength just as strength is a man's charm.

Still, whether we like it or not, the task of speeding up the decrease of the human population becomes increasingly urgent.

I always seem to have a vague feeling that he is a Satan among musicians, a fallen angel in the darkness who is perpetually seeking to fight his way back to happiness.

The heart is an arrow. It demands aim to land true.

The more you know a person, the less you interfere in his affairs.

I can only be me.

If the Scottish people decide to opt for independence, it would not be a good idea for Scotland to maintain a very rigid link to the pound.

Only a fool lets somebody else tell him who his enemy is....never let your enemies choose your enemies for you.

All there is to do, right at this very moment, is to breathe in, breathe out, and kiss the joy as it flies.

Music should use everything. The sadness of life and the fun of life. Anything that provokes a sound that is exciting is good.

To learn is to change.

A good disposition is more valuable than gold, for the latter is the gift of fortune, but the former is the dower of nature.

But, o, photography! as no art is,Faithful and disappointing! That recordsDull days as dull, and hold-it smiles as frauds,And will not censor blemishes,Like washing-lines, and Hall's-Distemper boards