The cat is a dilettante in fur.

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

The most fitting occupation for a civilized man is to do nothing.

Only that which serves no end is beautiful; everything useful is ugly.

Art is beauty, the perpetual invention of detail, the choice of words, the exquisite care of execution.

Yes, the work comes out more beautiful from a material that resists the process, verse, marble, onyx, or enamel.

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.