We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
I was dominated, soul, brain, and power by you. You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream.
I see when men love women, they give them but a little of their lives. But women, when they love give everything.
Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask, and he will tell you the truth.