An artist carries on throughout his life a mysterious, uninterrupted conversation with his public.

The French are true romantics. They feel the only difference between a man of forty and one of seventy is thirty years of experience.

If you wait for the perfect moment when all is safe and assured, it may never arrive. Mountains will not be climbed, races won, or lasting happiness achieved.

The crime of loving is forgetting.

A comfortable old age is the reward of a well-spent youth. Instead of its bringing sad and melancholy prospects of decay, it would give us hopes of eternal youth in a better world.

It is always the same: women bedeck themselves with jewels and furs, and men with wit and quotations.