'Forgive me, please!' 'I would rather that the Nike of Samothrace should think dreadful things of me than that she should not think of me at all!' 'Do I still remind you of her ?' asked Margaret.
'Yes.

I used to be quite satisfied with my Venus, but now I want the Victory from the Louvre.

It's not a mere resemblance.

She is you, and as she has no face I see yours when I look at her.

The other day I stood so long on the landing where she is, that a watchman took me for an anarchist waiting to deposit a bomb, and he called a policeman, who asked me my name and occupation.