I am afraid he has one of those terribly weak natures that are susceptible to influence.

The only difference between a caprice and a lifelong passion is that the caprice lasts a little longer.

I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die. I am jealous of the portrait you have painted of me. Why should it keep what I must lose? Every moment that passes takes something from me and gives something to it. Oh, if it were only the other way! If the picture could change, and I could be always what I am now! Why did you paint it? It will mock me some day—mock me horribly!

It is a dangerous thing to reform anyone.

Most modern calendars mar the sweet simplicity of our lives by reminding us that each day that passes is the anniversary of some perfectly uninteresting event.

It is Nature who makes our artists for us, though it may be Art who taught them their right mode of expression.

A bore is someone who deprives you of solitude without providing you with company.