If one doesn't talk about a thing, it has never happened. It is simply expression that gives reality to things.

Life is not governed by will or intention. Life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams.

He to whom the present is the only thing that is present, knows nothing of the age in which he lives.

If we're always guided by other people's thoughts, what's the point in having our own?

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

Art finds her own perfection within, and not outside of, herself. She is not to be judged by any external standard of resemblance.

Believe me, no civilized man ever regrets a pleasure, and no uncivilized man ever knows what a pleasure is.