They who see only what they wish to see in those around them are very fortunate.

When I die my death will be caused by indignation at the stupidity of human nature.

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

When one misses an opportunity one is apt to fancy that another will never present itself.

Life, that is Paris! Paris, that is life!

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

To say that my grief will be eternal would be ridiculous - nothing is eternal.