I don't think that women ought to sit down at table with men. It ruins conversation and I'm sure it's very bad for them. It puts ideas in their heads, and women are never at ease with themselves when they have ideas.

People who ask for your criticism want only praise.

Perhaps it would have been possible to see in him a new Prometheus...the hero who for the good of mankind exposes himself to the agonies of the damned...undaunted by failure, by an unceasing effort of courage holding despair at bay, doggedly persistent in the face of self-doubt, which is the artist's bitterest enemy.

The essential element of love is a belief in its own eternity.

The ideal has many names, and beauty is but one of them.

Like all weak men he laid an exaggerated stress on not changing one's mind.

The trouble is that thinking looks like loafing. Who wants to pay people for daydreaming?