When bankers get together they talk about art. When artists get together, they talk about money.

Dear little Swallow,’ said the Prince, ‘you tell me of marvelous things, but more marvelous than anything is the suffering of men and of women. There is no Mystery so great as Misery.

All the spring may be hidden in the single bud, and the low ground nest of the lark may hold the joy that is to herald the feet of many rose-red dawns.

Oh! I don't think I would like to catch a sensible man. I shouldn't know what to talk to him about.

Make some sacrifice for your art and you will be repaid, but ask of art to sacrifice herself for you and a bitter disappointment may come to you.

Give me the luxuries and I can dispense with the necessities.

The reason we are so pleased to find other people's secrets is that it distracts public attention from our own.