When we love - we grow

No one is truly dead until they are no longer loved.

Any man who does not have his inner world to translate is not an artist.

Fortune loves to give bedroom slippers to people with wooden legs, and gloves to those with no hands.

[Great artists] do not copy what they see, but what they desire.

It is difficult to obtain the friendship of a cat.

Whatever may have been said of the satiety of pleasure and of the disgust which usually follows passion, any man who has anything of a heart and who is not wretchedly and hopelessly blasé feels his love increased by his happiness, and very often the best way to retain a lover ready to leave is to give one's self up to him without reserve.