Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.

To lie about a far country is easy

If I could, I would stop the passage of time. But hour follows on hour, minute on minute, each second robbing me of a morsel of myself for the nothing of tomorrow. I shall never experience this moment again.

You'll find that my coquetry is quite impartial, which allows me to keep my friends.

...A strange art – music – the most poetic and precise of all the arts, vague as a dream and precise as algebra.

The great artists are those who impose their personal vision upon humanity.

Conversation. What is it? A Mystery! It's the art of never seeming bored, of touching everything with interest, of pleasing with trifles, of being fascinating with nothing at all.