He greatly valued his possessions, chiefly because they were his, and derived genuine pleasure from contemplating a painting, a statuette, a rare lace curtain - no matter what - after he had bought it and placed it among his household gods.

It is greater than the stars - that moving procession of human energy; greater than the palpitating earth and the things growing thereon.

She missed him the days when some pretext served to take him away from her, just as one misses the sun on a cloudy day without having thought much about the sun when it was shining.

There are some people who leave impressions not so lasting as the imprint of an oar upon the water.

In the procession I should feel the crushing feet, the clashing discords, the ruthless hands and stifling breath. I could not hear the rhythm of the march.

So the storm passed and every one was happy.

She felt like a chess player who, by the clever handling of his pieces, sees the game taking the course intended. Her eyes were bright and tender with a smile as they glanced up into his; and her lips looked hungry for the kiss which they invited.

To be an artist includes much; one must possess many gifts - absolute gifts - which have not been acquired by one's own effort. And, moreover, to succeed, the artist much possess the courageous soul.

It was still quite light out of doors, but inside with the curtains drawn and the smouldering fire sending out a dim, uncertain glow, the room was full of deep shadows.

The generous abundance of her passion, without guile or trickery, was like a white flame which penetrated and found response in depths of his own sensuous nature that had never yet been reached.

I wonder if anyone else has an ear so tuned and sharpened as I have, to detect the music, not of the spheres, but of earth, subtleties of major and minor chord that the wind strikes upon the tree branches. Have you ever heard the earth breathe?

Some people are born with a vital and responsive energy. It not only enables them to keep abreast of the times; it qualifies them to furnish in their own personality a good bit of the motive power to the mad pace.

But the beginning of things, of a world especially, is necessarily vague, tangled, chaotic, and exceedingly disturbing. How few of us ever emerge from such beginning! How many souls perish in its tumult!

I trust it will not be giving away professional secrets to say that many readers would be surprised, perhaps shocked, at the questions which some newspaper editors will put to a defenseless woman under the guise of flattery.

He greatly valued his possessions, chiefly because they were his, and derived genuine pleasure from contemplating a painting, a statuette, a rare lace curtain - no matter what - after he had bought it and placed it among his household gods.

A person can't have everything in this world; and it was a little unreasonable of her to expect it.

When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease - of joy that kills.

The morning was full of sunlight and hope.

The delicous breath of rain was in the air.

The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.

It is the privilege of the gods to want nothing, and of godlike men to want little.

Some gods may cross your path, but why should gods be beautiful? They could also be frightening.

And so there is no God but has been in the loins of past gods.

So many gods, so many creeds, so many paths that wind and wind while just the art of being kind is all the sad world needs.

There may or may not be a God or gods; the Siblings do not concern themselves with proving or disproving such a thing. By definition, gods are more powerful than men, and thus quite able to fend for themselves without help.

Art is the final cunning of the human soul which would rather do anything than face the gods.

A man's moral conscience is the curse he had to accept from the gods in order to gain from them the right to dream.

When I investigate and when I discover that the forces of the heavens and the planets are within ourselves, then truly I seem to be living among the gods.

I saw my parents as gods whose every wish must be obeyed or I would suffer the penalty of anguish and guilt.

Neither gods nor men can foresee when an evil deed will bear its fruit.

Whom the gods wish to destroy they first call promising.

In the last fifty years science has advanced more than in the 2,000 previous years and given mankind greater powers over the forces of nature than the ancients ascribed to their gods.

As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.

Anybody can put things together that belong together. to put things together that don't go together, and make it work, that takes genius like Mozart's. Yet he is presented in the play Amadeus as a kind of silly boy whom the gods loved.

Few nations have been so poor as to have but one god. Gods were made so easily, and the raw material cost so little, that generally the god market was fairly glutted and heaven crammed with these phantoms.

The gods too are fond of a joke.

Our lives are not in the lap of the gods, but in the lap of our cooks.

The poets are only the interpreters of the Gods.

Computers are like Old Testament gods; lots of rules and no mercy.

The gods loves to punish whatever is greater than the rest.

Never invoke the gods unless you really want them to appear. It annoys them very much.

Mother goddesses are just as silly a notion as father gods. If a revival of the myths of these cults gives woman emotional satisfaction, it does so at the price of obscuring the real conditions of life. This is why they were invented in the first place.

Old myths, old gods, old heroes have never died. They are only sleeping at the bottom of our mind, waiting for our call. We have need for them. They represent the wisdom of our race.

All gods are homemade, and it is we who pull their strings, and so, give them the power to pull ours.

The modern artist must live by craft and violence. His gods are violent gods. Those artists, so called, whose work does not show this strife, are uninteresting.

We often want one thing and pray for another, not telling the truth even to the gods.

From my example learn to be just, and not to despise the gods.

I have known no man of genius who had not to pay, in some affliction or defect either physical or spiritual, for what the gods had given him.

There is such a thing as tempting the gods. Talking too much, too soon and with too much self-satisfaction has always seemed to me a sure way to court disaster. The forces of retribution are always listening. They never sleep.