What things there are to write, if one could only write them! My mind is full of gleaming thought; gay moods and mysterious, moth-like meditations hover in my imagination, fanning their painted wings. But always the rarest, those streaked with azure and the deepest crimson, flutter away beyond my reach.

One's own vanities and humiliations I find a delicious subject for conversation. Things said of me behind my back I don't enjoy, and don't listen to them.

The vitality of a new movement in Art must be gauged by the fury it arouses.

When we say we are certain so-and-so can't possibly have done it, what we mean is that we think he very likely did.

One can be bored until boredom becomes a mystical experience.

For souls in growth, great quarrels are great emancipations.

You cannot be both fashionable and first-rate