The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history.

She is very clever, too clever for a woman. She lacks the indefinable charm of weakness.

As for borrowing Mr. Whistler's ideas about art, the only thoroughly original ideas I have heard him express have had reference to his own superiority as a painter over painters greater than himself.

The reason we all like to think so well of others is that we are all afraid for ourselves. The basis of optimism is sheer terror.

Ignorance is like a delicate exotic fruit; touch it and the bloom is gone.

Veni vidi veni iterum! (I came, I saw, I came again!)

The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me.