Style is to forget all styles.

As I grow to understand life less and less, I learn to love it more and more.

if I were to begin my life again, I should want it as it was. I would only open my eyes a little more.

If I had my life to live over again, I would ask that not a thing be changed, but that my eyes be opened wider.

To succeed you must add water to your wine, until there is no more wine.

Our dream dashes itself against the great mystery like a wasp against a window pane. Less merciful than man, God never opens the window.

Somewhere in the shadow cast by every famous man is a feminine victim.