Modesty was made for the ugly.

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.

If you are worthy of its affection, a cat will be your friend but never your slave.

[A cat] will lie the whole evening on your knee, purring and happy in your society.

What well-bred woman would refuse her heart to a man who had just saved her life? Not one; and gratitude is a short cut which speedily leads to love.

You do not become a critic until it has been completely established to your own satisfaction that you cannot be a poet.