I suppose the secret of his success is in his tremendous idleness which almost approaches the supernatural.

The appalling thing is the degree of charity women are capable of. You see it all the time... love lavished on absolute fools. Love's a charity ward, you know.

Love is like trench warfare - you cannot see the enemy, but you know he is there and that it is wiser to keep your head down.

All artists today are expected to cultivate a little fashionable unhappiness.

Truth is what most contradicts itself.

He thought and suffered a good deal but he lacked the resolution to dare--the first requisite of a practitioner.

Love joins and then divides. How else would we be growing?