There are some temptations which are so strong that they must be virtues.

...and the lamp having at last resigned itself to death. There was nothing now but firelight in the room, And every time a flame uttered a gasp for breath It flushed her amber skin with the blood of its bloom.

It is from the womb of art that criticism was born.

Like those great sphinxes lounging through eternity in noble attitudes upon the desert sand, they gaze incuriously at nothing, calm and wise.

In literature as in ethics, there is danger, as well as glory, in being subtle. Aristocracy isolates us.

I set out to discover the why of it, and to transform my pleasure into knowledge.

The old Paris is no more (the form of a city changes faster, alas! than a mortal's heart).