There are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.

Man's highest duty is to protect animals from cruelty.

Did not one spend the first half of one's days in dreams of happiness and the second half in regrets and terrors?

There are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.

In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.

It all seemed a hollow sham now - that strict code, that conscientious virtue that condemned her to the sterile joys of pious women! No, no, she'd had enough of that; she wanted to live!

Oh, that's typical of you modern young men; you've nibbled at science and it's made you ill, because you've not been able to satisfy that old craving for the absolute that you absorbed in your nurseries. You'd like science to give you all the answers at one go, whereas we're only just beginning to understand it, and it'll probably never be anything but an eternal quest. And so you repudiate science, you fall back on religion, and religion won't have you any more. Then you relapse into pessimism...Yes, it's the disease of our age, of the end of the century: you're all inverted Werthers.