I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die. I am jealous of the portrait you have painted of me. Why should it keep what I must lose? Every moment that passes takes something from me and gives something to it. Oh, if it were only the other way! If the picture could change, and I could be always what I am now! Why did you paint it? It will mock me some day—mock me horribly!

An optimist will tell you the glass is half-full; the pessimist, half-empty; and the engineer will tell you the glass is twice the size it needs to be.

It is only an auctioneer who can equally and impartially admire all schools of art.

To get into the best society, nowadays, one has either to feed people, amuse people, or shock people - that is all!

Oh, why will parents always appear at the wrong time? Some extraordinary mistake in nature, I suppose.

Be yourself; everyone else is taken.

Art, like Nature, has her monsters