Artists Are The Monks Of The Bourgeois

For Women, History Does Not Exist. Murasaki, Sappho, And Madame Lafayette Might Be Their Own Contemporaries.

You Cannot Insult A Man More Atrociously Than By Refusing To Believe He Is Suffering .

The Closing Years Of Life Are Like The End Of A Masquerade Party, When The Masks Are Dropped.

We Can All Do Good Deeds, But Very Few Of Us Can Think Good Thoughts.

I Thought Of How Many Places There Are In The World That Belong In This Way To Someone, Who Has It In His Blood Beyond Anyone Else's Understanding.