The greatest masterpiece in literature is only a dictionary out of order.

What the public criticizes in you, cultivate. It is you.

My only politics have been friendship.

The world owes its enchantment to these curious creatures and their fancies; but its multiple complicity rejects them. Thistledown spirits, tragic, heartrending in their evanescence, they must go blowing headlong to perdition.

What uniform can I wear to hide my heavy heart? It is too heavy. It will always show.

I feel myself inhabited by a force or being -- very little known to me. It gives the orders; I follow.

Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.