The tyranny of public opinion (and what an opinion!) is as fatuous in the small towns of France as it is in the United States of America.

The man of genius is he and he alone who finds such joy in his art that he will work at it come hell or high water.

In love, unlike most other passions, the recollection of what you have had and lost is always better than what you can hope for in the future.

I love her beauty, but I fear her mind.

It is difficult to escape from the prevailing disease of one's generation.

The French are the wittiest, the most charming, and up to the present, at all events, the least musical race on Earth.

One can acquire everything in solitude except character.