However, it is always nice to be expected, and not to arrive.
The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what fiction means.
We women, as some one says, love with our ears, just as you men love with your eyes.
I made art a philosophy, and philosophy an art: I altered the minds of men, and the colour of things: I awoke the imagination of my century so that it created myth and legend around me: I summed up all things in a phrase, all existence in an epigram: whatever I touched I made beautiful
I have put my talent into writing, my genius I have saved for living.
The man with a clear conscience probably has a poor memory.