Idleness is the parent of psychology.
Although the most acute judges of the witches and even the witches themselves, were convinced of the guilt of witchery, the guilt nevertheless was non-existent. It is thus with all guilt.
Blessed are the forgetful: for they get the better even of their blunders.
In individuals, insanity is rare; but in groups, parties, nations and epochs, it is the rule.
Every man is a creative cause of what happens, a primum mobile with an original movement.
The bad gains respect through imitation, the good loses it especially in art.
Behind all their personal vanity, women themselves always have an impersonal contempt for woman.
You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.
There is a rollicking kindness that looks like malice.
An artist has no home in Europe except in Paris.