When good Americans die, they go to Paris" "Where do bad Americans go?" "They stay in America
When our eyes met, I felt that I was growing pale. A curious sensation of terror came over me. I knew that I had come face to face with some one whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if I allowed it to do so, it would absorb my whole nature, my whole soul, my very art itself.
With age comes wisdom, but sometimes age comes alone.
I'm too old to know everything
If we men married the women we deserved, we should have a very bad time of it.
The secret of life is in art.