In war," answered the weaver, "the strong make slaves of the weak, and in peace the rich make slaves of the poor. We must work to live, and they give us such mean wages that we die. We toil for them all day long, and they heap up gold in their coffers, and our children fade away before their time, and the faces of those we love become hard and evil. We tread out the grapes, another drinks the wine. We sow the corn, and our own board is empty. We have chains, though no eye beholds them; and are slaves, though men call us free.

There is no doubt that genius lasts longer than beauty.

I see that any materialism in life coarsens the soul, and that the hunger of the body and the appetites of the flesh desecrate always, and often destroy.

I don't recognize you - I've changed a lot.

I knew nothing but shadows and I thought them to be real.

I have a simple taste, only the best.

Would you like to know the great drama of my life? It is that I have put my genius into my life...I have put only my talent into my works.