There is a certain age when a woman must be beautiful to be loved, and then there comes a time when she must be loved to be beautiful.

No one ever has time to examine himself honestly, and most people look no further than their neighbors' eyes, in which they may see their own reflection.

We are torn between the craving to know and the despair of having known.

You should celebrate the end of a love affair as they celebrate death in New Orleans, with songs, laughter, dancing and a lot of wine.

Art must take reality by surprise.

Usually I avoided college students, whom I considered brutal, wrapped up in themselves, particularly in their youth, in which they found material for drama or an excuse for their own boredom. I did not care for young people.

What you call types of mind are only mental ages.