To a woman who knows her own mind men can only be a minor consideration.
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.
Life, that is Paris! Paris, that is life!
... I will never love, for I should never be loved as I desire to be loved.
Let us love dogs; let us love only dogs! Men and cats are unworthy creatures.
Art ... is as much a source of happiness for the beginner as for the master. One forgets everything in one's work.