To be one's own master is to be the slave of self.
If only art were as rare as good taste.
Like all religions, love has more believers than practitioners.
Paris has always seemed to me to be the only city in which one can live as one sees fit.
When you're in love you never really know whether your elation comes from the qualities of the one you love, or if it attributes them to her; whether the light which surrounds her like a halo comes from you, from her, or from the meeting of your sparks.
In love there is no status quo.