Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.

The only horrible thing in the world is ennui.

I was dominated, soul, brain, and power by you. You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream.

Reforms in Russia are very tragic, but they always end in a farce.

It's the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.

Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.

To be popular I must be mediocre.