A little artist has all the tragic unhappiness and the sorrows of a great artist and he is not a great artist.

Romance is everything.

I know what Germans are. They are a funny people. They are always choosing someone to lead them in a direction which they do not want to go.

A diary means yes indeed.

... there is no point in being realistic about here and now, no use at all not any, and so it is not the nineteenth but the twentieth century, there is no realism now, life is not real it is not earnest, it is strange which is an entirely different matter.

Money is always there but the pockets change.

The times are so peculiar now, so mediaeval so unreasonable that for the first time in a hundred years truth is really stranger than fiction. Any truth.