You can have your secret as long as I have your heart[.]

We are never more true to ourselves than when we are inconsistent.

Oh, I hate the cheap severity of abstract ethics!

You know we poor artists have to show ourselves in society from time to time, just to remind the public that we are not savages.

The typewriting machine, when played with expression, is no more annoying than the piano when played by a sister or near relation.

Would you be in any way offended if I said that you seem to me to be in every way the visible personification of absolute perfection?

Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing.