No longer shall I paint interiors with men reading and women knitting. I will paint living people who breathe and feel and suffer and love.

Few things are impracticable in themselves and it is for want of application, rather than of means, that men fail to succeed.

There are a great many men valued in society who have nothing to recommend them but serviceable vices.

There is nothing men are so generous of as advice.

Men know they are sexual exiles. They wander the earth seeking satisfaction, craving and despising, never content. There is nothing in that anguished motion for women to envy.