You are a Queen. Let mine be the joy of giving you your kingdom.
we cling to our last pleasures as the tree clings to its last leaves.
It is strange that there are times when I feel the stars are not at all solemn: they are secretly gay.
Do the hardest thing on earth for you. ACT YOURSELF.
I feel I must live alone, alone, alone - with artists only to touch the door. Every artist cuts off his ear and nails it on the outside of the door for the others to shout into.
I have such a horror of telegrams that ask me how I am!! I always want to reply dead.