We work in the dark - we do what we can - we give what we have. Our doubt is our passion, and our passion is our task. The rest is the madness of art.

Ideas are, in truth, forces. Infinite, too, is the power of personality. A union of the two always makes history.

You wanted to look at life for yourself - but you were not allowed; you were punished for your wish. You were ground in the very mill of the conventional.

The women one meets - what are they but books one has already read? You're a library of the unknown, the uncut. Upon my word I've a subscription.

There are moods in which one feels the impulse to enter a tacit protest against too gross an appetite for pure aesthetics in this starving and sinning world. One turns half away, musingly, from certain beautiful useless things.

There are women who are for all your 'times of life.' They're the most wonderful sort.

Her imagination was by habit ridiculously active; when the door was not open it jumped out the window.