The conclusion does not belong to the artist.

Perfection is such a nuisance that I often regret having cured myself of using tobacco.

She might have liked to try to strangle him with those slender fingers of hers, but she wanted to make a job of it and this great patience with which she waited for her claws to grow was in itself a form of enjoyment.

Oh, the fools, like a lot of good little schoolboys, scared to death of anything they've been taught is wrong!

Through the centuries, the history of peoples is but a lesson in mutual tolerance.

They talked so, with secret hearts, without needing words, talking of other things... They could have suddenly continued their confessions aloud, without ceasing to understand each other.

If people can just love each other a little bit, they can be so happy.