People only see in us the contemptible skirt-fever which rules our actions but completely miss the beauty-hunger underlying it.
Art like life is an open secret.
Religion is simply art bastardized out of all recognition.
A woman's best love letters are always written to the man she is betraying.
No one can go on being a rebel too long without turning into an autocrat.
Journeys, like artists, are born and not made. A thousand differing circumstances contribute to them, few of them willed or determined by the will-whatever we may think.