I had buried my romance in a bed of asphodel. She dragged it out again and assured me that I had spoiled her life.
My dear young lady, there was a great deal of truth; I dare say, in what you said, and you looked very pretty while you said it, which is much more important.
And all men kill the thing they love, By all let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword!
Most people die of a sort of creeping common sense, and discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are one's mistakes.
My great mistake, the fault for which I can't forgive myself, is that one day I ceased my obstinate pursuit of my own individuality.
No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If they did he would cease to be an artist.