Most of our modern portrait painters are doomed to absolute oblivion. They never paint what they see. They paint what the public sees, and the public never sees anything.

And with tears of blood he cleansed the hand, The hand that held the steel: For only blood can wipe out blood, And only tears can heal

Down the long and silent street, The dawn, with silver-sandaled feet, Crept like a frightened girl.

Arguments are extremely vulgar, for everybody in good society holds exactly the same opinions.

If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they'll kill you.

this woman is a genius in the day time and a beauty at night

Women, as some witty Frenchman once put it, inspire us with the desire to do masterpieces and always prevent us from carrying them out.