“What wretched poverty of language! To compare stars to diamonds!”

There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it.

It’s hard to communicate anything exactly and that’s why perfect relationships between people are difficult to find.

I tried to discover, in the rumor of forests and waves, words that other men could not hear, and I pricked up my ears to listen to the revelation of their harmony.

For him the universe did not extend beyond the circumference of her petticoat.

I don’t believe that happiness is possible, but I think tranquility is.

One can be the master of what one does, but never of what one feels.

The most important thing in the world is to hold your soul aloft.

Through small apertures we glimpse abysses whose sombre depths turn us faint. And yet over the whole there hovers an extraordinary tenderness.

Stupidity consists in wanting to reach conclusions. We are a thread, and we want to know the whole cloth.

Writing history is like drinking an ocean and pissing a cupful.

I have dreamed much and have done very little.

She wanted to die, but she also wanted to live in Paris.

The heart, like the stomach, wants a varied diet.

You must write for yourself, above all. That is your only hope of creating something beautiful.

To be simple is no small matter.

The public wants work which flatters its illusions.

Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit.

Money cannot buy health, but I’d settle for a diamond-studded wheelchair.

I don’t wear diamond necklaces. I’m not against it but I never could afford it, so now I just wear gold. I wear bracelets, rings, anklets.

Pressure makes diamonds.

Many individuals have, like uncut diamonds, shining qualities beneath a rough exterior.

Her eyes sparkled with diamonds of hope and burned with fires of raw passion.

I’m literally tryna turn into a Diamond.

They say diamonds are made under pressure, but what if I made of glass? and what if I’ll break?