Lying, Like License, Has Its Degrees.

Try To Keep Your Soul Young And Quivering Right Up To Old Age, And To Imagine Right Up To The Brink Of Death That Life Is Only Beginning. I Think That Is The Only Way To Keep Adding To One's Talent, And One's Inner Happiness.

Vanity Is The Quicksand Of Reason.

... What Is There Over Which The Incomparable Beauty Of Childhood Would Not Triumph?

Age Continually Alters The Faces Of Those Who Think Or Study, And So Their Portraits Differ From One Another And Don't Even Resemble Them For Very Long. I Dream So Much And Live So Little That I'm Sometimes Only Three Years Old. But The Next Day I'm Three Hundred, If The Dream Has Been Sombre.

The Old Woman I Shall Become Will Be Quite Different From The Woman I Am Now. Another I Is Beginning.