Each time that one loves is the only time one has ever loved.
What art seeks to disturb is monotony of type, slavery of custom, tyranny of habit, and the reduction of man to the level of a machine.
It is curious how vanity helps the successful man and wrecks the failure.
If a woman wants to hold a man she has merely to appeal to what is worst in him.
I live in terror of not being misunderstood.
There is no feeling more comforting and consoling than knowing you are right next to the one you love.