She was cold by nature, self-love predominating over passion; rather than being virtuous, she preferred to have her pleasures all to herself.

Nothing develops intelligence like travel.

Respectable people... What bastards!

Blow the candle out, I don't need to see what my thoughts look like.

There are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.

I am an artist... I am here to live out loud.

Don't go looking at me like that because you'll wear your eyes out.