The condition of perfection is idleness: the aim of perfection is youth.
The moment you think you understand a great work of art, it's dead for you.
We have really everything in common with America nowadays, except, of course, language.
It is only shallow people who require years to get rid of an emotion. A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure. I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.
I'm too old to know everything
I was dominated, soul, brain, and power by you. You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream.