We are never more true to ourselves than when we are inconsistent.
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.
For he who lives more lives than one more deaths than one must die.
Questions are never indiscreet, answers sometimes are.
The only form of lying that is absolutely beyond reproach is lying for its own sake.
My Salome is a mystic the sister of Salammbรด a Saint Thรฉrรจse who worships the moon.