Men marry because they are tired; women, because they are curious; both are disappointed.
Art, like Nature, has her monsters, things of bestial shape and with hideous voices.
I find him in the curves of certain lines, in the loveliness and subtleties of certain colours.
Man is many things, but he is not rational.
Perhaps in nearly every joy, as certainly in every pleasure, cruelty has its place.
There are moments when one has to choose between living one's own life, fully, entirely, completely-or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands.