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.

I don't care anything about reasons, but I know what I like.

She is written in a foreign tongue.

I have performed the necessary butchery. Here is the bleeding corpse.

The girl had a certain nobleness of imagination, which rendered her a good many services and played her a great many tricks.

We work in the dark - we do what we can - we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion, and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art.

Most English talk is a quadrille in a sentry-box.