I had a strange feeling that Fate had in store for me exquisite joys and exquisite sorrows.

Yet the roses are not less lovely for all that.

The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. The curves of your lips rewrite history.

I am so glad that you have never done anything, never carved a statue, or painted a picture, or produced anything outside of yourself! Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music. Your days are your sonnets.

My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One or the other of us has to go.

The only thing to do with good advice is to pass it on. It is never of any use to oneself.