If you cut a thing up, of course it will smell. Hence, nothing raises such an infernal stink at last, as human psychology.

Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.

Never trust the artist. Trust the tale. The proper function of the critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.

I always feel as if I stood naked for the fire of Almighty God to go through me--and it's rather an awful feeling. One has to be so terribly religious to be an artist.

I'd be ashamed to see a woman walking around with my name-label on her, address and railway station, like a wardrobe trunk.

When I wish I was rich, then I know I am ill.

If you believe in your own sex, and won't have it done dirt to: they'll down you. It's the one insane taboo left: sex as a naturaland vital thing.