But the best, in my opinion, was the home life in the little flat--the ardent, voluble chats after the day's study; the cozy dinners and fresh, light breakfasts; the interchange of ambitions--ambitions interwoven each with the other's or else inconsiderable--the mutual help and inspiration; and--overlook my artlessness--stuffed olives and cheese sandwiches at 11 p.m.

It was beautiful and simple, as truly great swindles are.

History is bright and fiction dull with homely men who have charmed women.

Inject a few raisins of conversation into the tasteless dough of existence.

He seemed to be made of sunshine and blood-red tissue and clear weather.

If man knew how women pass the time when they are alone, they'd never marry.

I wanted to paint a picture some day that people would stand before and forget that it was made of paint. I wanted it to creep into them like a bar of music and mushroom there like a soft bullet.