I have performed the necessary butchery. Here is the bleeding corpse.

We must grant the artist his subject, his idea, his donn´e: our criticism is applied only to what he makes of it.

Love has nothing to do with good reasons.

A tradition is kept alive only by something being added to it.

Summer afternoon, summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.

The right time is any time that one is still so lucky as to have.

My idea is this, that when you only love a little you're naturally not jealous — or are only jealous also a little, so that it doesn't matter. But when you love in a deeper and intenser way, then you're in the very same proportion jealous; your jealousy has intensity and, no doubt, ferocity.