God forgive me everything!’ she said, feeling the impossibility of struggling...

All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow.

He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.

I think... if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.

Be bad, but at least don't be a liar, a deceiver!

Respect was invented to cover the empty place where love should be.

Hypocrisy in anything whatever may deceive the cleverest and most penetrating man, but the least wide-awake of children recognizes it, and is revolted by it, however ingeniously it may be disguised.

They ought to find out how to vaccinate for love, like smallpox.

If you look for perfection, you'll never be content.

it's much better to do good in a way that no one knows anything about it.

Anything is better than lies and deceit!

Everyone can be corrupted, even the great and the good.

His words are so slippery they might slide right off the page.

She shoved her hands in the deep silk-lined pockets…where she felt the cold steel of a revolver.

Am I tough? Am I strong? Am I hard-core? Absolutely. Did I whimper with pathetic delight when I sank my teeth into my hot fried-chicken sandwich? You betcha.

Nevertheless You are Yourself, you cannot win the World

Art is a harmony parallel with nature.

You couldn't put me in a social group setting. I'm probably a terrible anarchist deep down.

Listen: if I am a painter and I do your portrait, have I or haven't I the right to paint you as I want?

I defy anybody to not look cool with the guns. My granny could look cool doing that!