Nothing can cure the soul but the senses, just as nothing can cure the senses but the soul.

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.

I am the only person in the world I should like to know thoroughly.

It was the passions about whose origin we deceived ourselves that tyrannized most strongly over us.

Who, being loved, is poor?

You shut out from your society the gentle and the good. You laugh at the simple and the pure. living, as you all do, on other and by them, you need at self-sacrifice, and if you throw bread to the poor, it is merely to keep them quiet for a season.

There is no such thing as morality or immorality in thought. There is immoral emotion.