there is no pornography without a secrecy.

I prefer unlucky things. Luck is vulgar. Who wants what luck would bring? I don't.

Those that go searching for love only make manifest their own lovelessness, and the loveless never find love, only the loving find love, and they never have to seek for it.

An artist is only an ordinary man with a greater potentiality.

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

I cannot be a materialist - but Oh, how is it possible that a God who speaks to all hearts can let Belgravia go laughing to a vicious luxury, and Whitechapel cursing to a filthy debauchery - such suffering, such dreadful suffering - and shall the short years of Christ's mission atone for it all?

I cannot cure myself of that most woeful of youth's follies - thinking that those who care about us will care for the things that mean much to us.