Since these mysteries exceed my grasp, I shall pretend to have organized them.
An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture.
The public only takes up yesterday as a stick to beat today.
Alas! I do not believe that inspiration falls from heaven. think it rather the result of a profound indolence.
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.
He who is affected by an insult is infected by it.