A work of art is never finished. It is merely abandoned.

Art for art's sake? I should think so, and more so than ever at the present time. It is the one orderly product which our middling race has produced. It is the cry of a thousand sentinels, the echo from a thousand labyrinths, it is the lighthouse which cannot be hidden. It is the best evidence we can have of our dignity.

Mistrust all enterprises that require new clothes.

I won't be protected. I will choose for myself what is ladylike and right. To shield me is an insult.

No man can be an agnostic who has a sense of humour.

It is thus, if there is any rule, that we ought to die--neither as victim nor as fanatic, but as the seafarer who can greet with an equal eye the deep that he is entering, and the shore that he must leave.

You confuse what's important with what's impressive.