I let people make remarks about me, but it doesn’t touch me, all those remarks.

Anyone that says his mind will be probably regarded a fool, but the true artist is not moved by the comments about the looks of his painting or remarks that are dreadfully sarcastic, but hearken...

Okay, let’s put this another way―if what you’re about to say wouldn’t look good permanently engraved on your tombstone, bite your tongue.

Had she any respect for him at all, his words would’ve affected her. But no value accompanies comments spewed from the mouth of a brute.

When I really love someone, I can only show it by making aggressive and bad-taste remarks.