Slow Down? Rest? With All Eternity Before

A Defective Voice Will Always Preclude An Artist From Achieving The Complete Development Of His Art, However Intelligent He May Be.... The Voice Is An Instrument Which The Artist Must Learn To Use With Suppleness And Sureness, As If It Were A Limb.

I Have, Thanks To My Travels, Added To My Stock All The Superstitions Of Other Countries. I Know Them All Now, And In Any Critical Moment Of My Life, They All Rise Up In Armed Legions For Or Against Me.

[when Asked At Age 79 Why Her Paris Apartment Was Located Up Many Flights Of Stairs At The Top Of The Building:] It's The Only Way I Can Still Make The Hearts Of Men Beat Faster.

Me Pray? Never! I'm An Atheist.

What Matters Poverty? What Matters Anything To Him Who Is Enamoured Of Our Art? Does He Not Carry In Himself Every Joy And Every Beauty?