every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself.

One should absorb the color of life.

The world was my oyster but I used the wrong fork.

I can resist anything but the temptation to make a clever witticism.

If you are going to tell people the truth, you had better make them laugh or they will kill you.

There is only one thing in life worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.

Crying is the refuge of plain women but the ruin of pretty ones.