Never trust a woman who wears mauve, whatever her age may be, or a woman over thirty-five who is fond of pink ribbons.

It is well for his peace that the saint goes to his martyrdom. He is spared the sight of the horror of his harvest.

Who am I to tamper with a masterpiece?

Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.

The only thing that sustains one through life is the consciousness of the immense inferiority of everybody else, and this is a feeling that I have always cultivated.

It is Nature who makes our artists for us, though it may be Art who taught them their right mode of expression.

The Ideal Man should talk to us as if we were goddesses, and treat us as if we were children. He should refuse all our serious requests, and gratify every one of our whims. He should encourage us to have caprices, and forbid us to have missions. He should always say much more than he means, and always mean much more than he says.