Nothing is a waste that makes a memory.

Quarrels in France strengthen a love affair, in America they end it.

The art of translation lies less in knowing the other language than in knowing your own.

The beautiful are shyer than the ugly, for they move in a world that does not ask for beauty.

Sooner or later you've heard all your best friends have to say. Then comes the tolerance of real love.

The Great don't innovate, they fertilize seeds planted by lackeys, they leave to others the inhaling of the flowers whose roots they've manured. A deceptive memory may be the key to their originality.

Inspiration could be called inhaling the memory of an act never experienced.