[History is] that terrible mill in which sawdust rejoins sawdust.
What an artist is for is to tell us what we see but do not know that we see.
When we think of cruelty, we must try to remember the stupidity, the envy, the frustration from which it has arisen.
The aim of flattery is to soothe and encourage us by assuring us of the truth of an opinion we have already formed about ourselves.
The public will believe anything, so long as it is not founded on truth.
I am an unpopular electric eel set in a pond of goldfish.