A poem is true if it hangs together. Information points to something else. A poem points to nothing but itself.

One grows accustomed to being praised, or being blamed, or being advised, but it is unusual to be understood.

This element of surprise or mystery the detective element as it is sometimes rather emptily called is of great importance in a plot.

The more highly public life is organized the lower does its morality sink.

When we were only acquaintances, you let me be myself, but now you're always protecting me... I won't be protected. I will choose for myself what is ladylike and right. To shield me is an insult. Can't I be trusted to face the truth but I must get it second-hand through you? A woman's place!

Reformers who are obsessed with purity and cannot see that their obsession is impure.

But after all, what have we to do with taverns? Real menace belongs to the drawing-room.