Scent is the soul of flowers, and sea flowers, as splendid as they may be, have no soul!
The writer who loses his self-doubt, who gives way as he grows old to a sudden euphoria, to prolixity, should stop writing immediately: the time has come for him to lay aside his pen.
Sidonie Gabrielle Colette
The dance is a poem of which each movement is a word.
There is no reason why the same man should like the same book at 18 and at 48.
Ezra Loomis Pound
It is the certainty that they possess the truth that makes men cruel.
The ability to relate and to connect, sometimes in odd and yet striking fashion, lies at the very heart of any creative use of the mind, no matter in what field or discipline.
George J Seidel
I love cats. I love their grace and their elegance. I love their independence and their arrogance, and the way they lie and look at you, summing you up, surely to your detriment, with that unnerving, unwinking, appraising stare.
No flower of art ever fully blossomed save it was nourished by tears of agony.
Shut up he explained.
Fr., I want there to be no peasant in my realm so poor that he will not have a chicken in his pot every Sunday.