Do as the beautiful woman: see to your figure and your petticoats. Though, of course, I am not speaking literally.

He has the manner of a giant with the look of a child, a lazy activeness, a mad wisdom, a solitude encompassing the world.

I have not looked at a newspaper in twenty years; if one is brought into the room, I flee. This is not because I am indifferent but because one cannot follow every road.

The world owes its enchantment to these curious creatures and their fancies; but its multiple complicity rejects them. Thistledown spirits, tragic, heartrending in their evanescence, they must go blowing headlong to perdition.

I only fear the death of others. For me, true death is that of the people I love

Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed.

A true photographer is as rare as a true poet or a true painter.