But some day sooner or later our passion would have cooled - inevitably - it's the way with everything human.

Thought is the greatest of pleasures —pleasure itself is only imagination—have you ever enjoyed anything more than your dreams?

My foregrounds are imaginary, my backgrounds real.

The denigration of those we love always detaches us from them in some degree. Never touch your idols: the gilding will stick to your fingers.

Pleasure is found first in anticipation, later in memory.

The artist must be in his work as God is in creation, invisible and all-powerful; one must sense him everywhere but never see him.

She would have liked not to be alive, or to be always asleep.