One's days were too brief to take the burden of another's errors on one's shoulders. Each man lived his own life and paid his own price for living it.

every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself.

You told me you had destroyed it." "I was wrong. It has destroyed me.

Nothing looks so like innocence as an indiscretion.

Music is the art which is most nigh to tears and memories.

Be yourself, because others are already taken.

Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.