death - a passage outside the range of imagination, but within the range of experience.

Your own self, your personality and existence are reflected within the mind of each of the people whom you meet, ... into a likeness, a caricature of yourself, which still lives on and appears to be, in some way, the truth about you. Even a flattering picture is... a lie.

If there were one more thing I could do, it would be to go on safari once again.

It is when people are told their own thoughts that they think they are being insulted.

Through all the world there goes one long cry from the heart of the artist: Give me a chance to do my best.

Then Martine said: "So yuo will be poor now all your life, Babette?" Poor?" said Babette. She smiled as if to herself. "No, I shall never be poor. I told you that I am a great artist. A great artist, Mesdames, is never poor.We have something, Mesdames, of which other people know nothing.

One may take many liberties with God which one cannot take with men.