He had uttered a mad wish that he himself might remain untarnished, and the face on the canvas bear the burden of his passions and his sins; that the painted image might be seared with the lines of suffering and thought, and that he might keep all the delicate bloom and loveliness of his then just conscious boyhood.

Always forgive your enemies - nothing annoys them so much.

There is nothing in the world like the devotion of a married woman. It is a thing no married man knows anything about.