Posted by: Silvana Stremiz
The truth isn't quite the sort of thing one tells to a nice, sweet, refined girl.
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The truth isn't quite the sort of thing one tells to a nice, sweet, refined girl.
Life has been your art.
All things that are modern come, sooner or later, to pass.
The only difference between a caprice and a lifelong passion is that the caprice lasts a little longer.
Bad artists always admire each others work.
Our proverbs want rewriting. They were made in winter, and it is summer now.
The public have an insatiable curiosity to know everything, except what is worth knowing.
A thing is not necessarily true just because someone dies for it.
I don't need money. Only who pays their accounts needs it. I never close them.
We are our past. And only through past is it possible to judge people.