I Think The Main Thing, Don't You,

But To Be Quite Oneself One Must First Waste A Little Time.

Princess Bibesco Delighted In A Semi-ideal World - A World Which, Though Having A Counterpart In Her Experience, Was To A Great Extent Brought Into Being By Her Own Temperament And, One Might Say, Flair.

Nothing, That Is Say No One, Can Be Such An Inexorable Tour-conductor As One's Own Conscience Or Sense Of Duty, If One Allows Either The Upper Hand: The Self-bullying That Goes On In The Name Of Sight-seeing Is Grievous.

Spoilt Pleasure Is A Sad, Unseemly Thing; You Can Only Bury It.

... Artists Were Intended To Be An Ornament To Society. As A Society In Themselves They Are Unthinkable.