Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter.

Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is passion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship.

Art, like Nature, has her monsters, things of bestial shape and with hideous voices.

I envy you going to Oxford: it is the most flower-like time of one's life. One sees the shadow of things in silver mirrors. Later on, one sees the Gorgon's head, and one suffers, because it does not turn one to stone.

The man with a clear conscience probably has a poor memory.

Being natural is simply a pose, and the most irritating pose I know.

A woman's life revolves in curves of emotions. It is upon lines of intellect that a man's life progresses.