Look at the moon. How strange the moon seems! She is like a woman rising from a tomb. She is like a dead woman. One might fancy she was looking for dead things.

I am sorry my life is so marred and maimed by extravagance. But I cannot live otherwise. I, at any rate, pay the penalty of suffering.

There are only two tragedies in life: one is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.

Cleverness becomes a public nuisance.

I could never quite accustom myself to absinthe, but it suits my style so well

Experience is one thing you can't get for nothing.

The one charm about the past is that it is the past. But women never know when the curtain has fallen.