Great Artists Have No Country.

Romanticism Is The Abuse Of Adjectives

Life Is A Sleep, Love Is A Dream; And You Have Lived If You Have Loved.

Perfection Does Not Exist; To Understand It Is The Triumph Of Human Intelligence; To Expect To Possess It Is The Most Dangerous Kind Of Madness.

Take Time As It Comes, The Wind As It Blows, Woman As She Is.

What I Need Is A Woman Who Is Something, Anything: Either Very Beautiful Or Very Kind Or In The Last Resort Very Wicked; Very Witty Or Very Stupid, But Something.