It's not art for art's sake, it's art for my sake.

The pyramids of Egypt will not last a moment compared to the daisy.

No form of love is wrong, so long as it is love, and you yourself honour what you are doing. Love has an extraordinary variety of forms! And that is all that there is in life, it seems to me.

Having achieved and accomplished love, then the man passes into the unknown. He has become himself, his tale is told.

The cruelest thing a man can do to a woman is to portray her as perfection.

Psychoanalysis is out, under a therapeutic disguise, to do away entirely with the moral faculty in man.

But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.