Luxury is the wolf at the door and its fangs are the vanities and conceits germinated by success. When an artist learns this, he knows where the danger is.
Make voyages. Attempt them. There's nothing else.
You see, baby, after a glass or two of wine Iām inclined to extravagance.
I think that hate is a feeling that can only exist where there is no understanding.
Why is it so damn hard for people to talk?
Men don't want anything they get too easy. But on the other hand, men lose interest quickly.