I have found my voice again and the art of using it.

January, month of empty pockets! let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer's forehead.

As for an authentic villain, the real thing, the absolute, the artist, one rarely meets him even once in a lifetime. The ordinary bad hat is always in part a decent fellow.

You don't think before you do something foolish. You do your thinking afterwards.

Chance, my master and my friend, will, I feel sure, deign once again to send me the spirits of his unruly kingdom. All my trust is now in him- and in myself. But above all in him, for when I go under he always fishes me out, seizing and shaking me like a life-saving dog whose teeth tear my skin a little every time. So now, whenever I despair, I no longer expect my end, but some bit of luck, some commonplace little miracle which, like a glittering link, will mend again the necklace of my days.

There is no need to waste pity on young girls who are having their moments of disillusionment, for in another moment they will recover their illusion.

Never touch a butterfly's wing with your finger.