Love is purely a creation of the human imagination, it is merely perhaps the most important of all the examples of how the imagination continually outruns the creature it inhabits.

Your mind outwears all sorts of things you may set your heart upon; you can enjoy it when all other things are taken away.

You waste life when you waste good food.

I can pray better when I'm comfortable.

Love must be learned again and again... Hate needs no instruction, but waits only to be provoked.

There has been a marvelous joyous carnival of mourning for Edith Piaf and Jean Coctaeau, and it was real! They died as they had lived, with style and grace and their proper eccentricity; and Paris loves anybody who can live anarchically and be delightful entertainment at the same time. So do I.

In the arts, you simply cannot secure your bread and your freedom of action too. You cannot be a hostile critic of society and expect society to feed you regularly.