Curiosity is one of the lowest of the human faculties. You will have noticed in daily life that when people are inquisitive they nearly always have bad memories and are usually stupid at bottom.

I am an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort.

Paganism is infectious, more infectious than diphtheria or piety.

When that strange race nears the dust and is condemned as untouchable, then nature remembers the physical perfection that she accomplished elsewhere, and throws out a god-not many, but one here and there, to prove to society how little its categories impress her.

Only a struggle twists sentimentality and lust together into love.

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

I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.