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“every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself. The reason I will not exhibit this picture is that I am afraid that I have shown in it the secret of my own soul.”
You like every one; that is to say, you are indifferent to every one.”
Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love: it is the faithless who know love’s tragedies.”
Some day, when you are old and wrinkled and ugly, when thought has seared your forehead with its lines, and passion branded your lips with its hideous fires, you will feel it, you will feel it terribly.
“Always! That is a dreadful word. It makes me shudder when I hear it. Women are so fond of using it. They spoil every romance by trying to make it last for ever. It is a meaningless word, too. The only difference between a caprice and a lifelong passion is that the caprice lasts a little longer.”
The advantage of the emotions is that they lead us astray, and the advantage of science is that it is not emotional.”
Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing.”
Human life—that appeared to him the one thing worth investigating.
Sin is a thing that writes itself across a man’s face. It cannot be concealed.
“Never! Scepticism is the beginning of faith.”
“To define is to limit.”
