“The reason that lovers never weary each other is because they are always talking about themselves.”

Flattery is a kind of bad money, to which our vanity gives us currency.

One can find women who have never had one love affair, but it is rare indeed to find any who have had only one.

As one grows older, one becomes wiser and more foolish.

There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.

On neither the sun, nor death, can a man look fixedly.

If we are to judge of love by its consequences, it more nearly resembles hatred than friendship.

There are heroes in evil as well as in good.

The surest way to be deceived is to consider oneself cleverer than others.

Innocence does not find near so much protection as guilt.

We are more interested in making others believe we are happy than in trying to be happy ourselves.

One is never fortunate or as unfortunate as one imagines.

Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.

That good disposition which boasts of being most tender is often stifled by the least urging of self-interest.

Old people love to give good advice; it compensates them for their inability to set a bad example.

Gracefulness is to the body what understanding is to the mind.

We get so much in the habit of wearing disguises before others that we finally appear disguised before ourselves.

You never get it back, but to this day I don’t regret splitting up.

I never adapted anything. Beautiful books are beautiful books, that’s it. I don’t know why we should transform them.

I never considered myself a performance artist.

Society likes to file you away, put you in this or that category. And I never fit any category.

The truest expression of a people is in its dances and its music. Bodies never lie.

The way things could be…and they should be, but they’re not.

Never expect anything, ye will never be demoralized.

When you’re walking down the street or in the car just listening to the radio, and you’re, like , ‘Oh, that’s my song.’ You want to say, ‘Hey Mom!’ That never changes.