There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.

They belonged to that vast group of human automata who go through life without neglecting to perform a single one of the gestures executed by the surrounding puppets.

You thought I was a lovelorn mistress; and I was only an expensive prostitute.

Nothing is more perplexing to a man than the mental process of a woman who reasons her emotions.

Every house is a mad-house at some time or another.

Another unsettling element in modern art is that common symptom of immaturity, the dread of doing what has been done before.

A classic is classic not because it conforms to certain structural rules, or fits certain definitions (of which its author had quite probably never heard). It is classic because of a certain eternal and irrepressible freshness.