True realism consists in revealing the surprising things which habit keeps covered and prevents us from seeing.

Poets don't draw. They unravel their handwriting and then tie it up again, but differently.

Wealth is an inborn attitude of mind, like poverty. The pauper who has made his pile may flaunt his spoils, but cannot wear them plausibly.

The Louvre is like the morgue; one goes there to identify one's friends.

He will watch from dawn to gloom The lake-reflected sun illume The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom, Nor heed nor see, what things they be; But from these create h…

The observer is the observed.

In the real world, mice do exist and they generally go about their business whether we see them or not.