It seems to me that I have always existed and that I possess memories that date back to the Pharaohs.

The great natures which are good, are above everything generous and don't begrudge the giving of themselves.

Everything, even herself, was now unbearable to her. She wished that, taking wing like a bird, she could fly somewhere, far away to regions of purity, and there grow young again.

Art requires neither complaisance nor politeness; nothing but faith, faith and freedom.

I have dreamed much and have done very little.

Love, to her, was something hat comes suddenly, like a blinding flash of lightening - a heaven-sent storm hurled into life, uprooting it, sweeping every will before it like a leaf, engulfing all feelings.

Abstraction can provide stumbling blocks for people of strange intelligence.