The essential function of art is moral. But a passionate, implicit morality, not didactic. A morality which changes the blood, rather than the mind.

The human consciousness is really homogeneous. There is no complete forgetting, even in death.

Money poisons you when you've got it, and starves you when you haven't.

Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot.

But then peace, peace! I am so mistrustful of it: so much afraid that it means a sort of weakness and giving in.

Recklessness is almost a man's revenge on his woman. He feels he is not valued so he will risk destroying himself to deprive her altogether.

The acrid scents of autumn, Reminiscent of slinking beasts, make me fear