An acquaintance that begins with a compliment is sure to develop into a real friendship.
Lying, the telling of beautiful untrue things, is the proper aim of Art.
The modern sympathy with invalids is morbid. Illness of any kind is hardly a thing to be encouraged in others.
Before Turner there was no fog in London.
My Salome is a mystic the sister of Salammbô a Saint Thérèse who worships the moon.
Education is an admirable thing, but it is well to remember from time to time that nothing that is worth knowing can be taught.