I like, you may say, the glitter and colour that comes from the mouth, and I've always hoped in a sense to be able to paint the mouth like Monet painted a sunset.

By far the best proof is experience.

The natures and dispositions of men are, not without truth, distinguished from the predominance of the planets.

I foresee it and yet I hardly ever carry it out as I foresee it. It transforms itself by the actual paint. I don't in fact know very often what the paint will do, and it does many things which are very much better than I could make it do.

Come home to men's business and bosoms.

Revenge is a kind of wild justice.

All good moral philosophy is ... but the handmaid to religion.