One Sits Down First; One Thinks Afterwards.

Every Day In The Mirror I Watch Death At Work.

Art Produces Ugly Things Which Frequently Become More Beautiful With Time. Fashion, On The Other Hand, Produces Beautiful Things Which Always Become Ugly With Time.

I Have Not Looked At A Newspaper In Twenty Years; If One Is Brought Into The Room, I Flee. This Is Not Because I Am Indifferent But Because One Cannot Follow Every Road.

The Joy Of Youth Is To Disobey; But The Trouble Is That There Are No Longer Any Orders.

Victor Hugo Was A Madman Who Thought He Was Victor Hugo