I am a flirt: I have no heart: I have an actor's nature.

I was as happy as a fish in water, and I could have stayed in that room for ever, have never left that place.

Everyone needs help from everyone else.

I only know that I feel tired, antiquated; I feel as though I had been living a long, long time.

I'm through with Tolstoy. He has ceased to exist for me.... If I eat a bowl of soup and like it, I know by that fact alone and with absolute certainty that Tolstoy will find it bad, and vice versa.

Every man's happiness is built on the unhappi-ness of another.

Oh, gentle feelings, soft sounds, the goodness and the gradual stilling of a soul that has been moved; the melting happiness of the first tender, touching joys of love- where are you?