Time is the most terrible, the most discouraging, the most unconquerable of all obstacles, and one that may exist when no other does.

Art consists precisely in making us admire old stories, charming us with them eternally, as Nature charms with her eternal sun, her ancient earth, and her men built all on the same pattern, and all animated by the same feelings.

To a woman who knows her own mind men can only be a minor consideration.

I want to live faster, faster, faster! ... I fear that this desire to live always at high pressure is the presage of a short existence. Who knows?

Time is the most terrible, the most discouraging, the most unconquerable of all obstacles, and one that may exist when no other does.

one life would not suffice, mine especially. To touch everything and leave nothing after oneself! Ah! my God! I hope better than that. Ah! I am very cowardly, and under the blow of such a terror I am ready to believe in priests.

Art ... is as much a source of happiness for the beginner as for the master. One forgets everything in one's work.