If there is a God, atheism must seem to Him as less of an insult than religion.
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
A poet is a man who puts up a ladder to a star and climbs it while playing a violin.
Surely nothing has to listen to so many stupid remarks as a painting in a museum.
There have been many definitions of beauty in art. What is it? Beauty is what the untrained eyes consider abominable.
A painting in a museum hears more ridiculous opinions than anything else in the world.
People don’t like the true and simple; they like fairy tales and humbug.