His kiss was like white lightning, a flash that spread, and spread again, and stayed.

There are two kinds of taste, the taste for emotions of surprise and the taste for emotions of recognition.

I ought to tell you that I'm probably your cousin.

In art economy is always beauty.

People talk about the conscience, but it seems to me one must just bring it up to a certain point and leave it there. You can let your conscience alone if you're nice to the second housemaid.

You wanted to look at life for yourself - but you were not allowed; you were punished for your wish. You were ground in the very mill of the conventional.

My idea is this, that when you only love a little you're naturally not jealous — or are only jealous also a little, so that it doesn't matter. But when you love in a deeper and intenser way, then you're in the very same proportion jealous; your jealousy has intensity and, no doubt, ferocity.