How can they say my life is not a success? Have I not for more than sixty years got enough to eat and escaped being eaten?

Every author, however modest, keeps a most outrageous vanity chained like a madman in the padded cell of his breast.

Style is a magic wand, and turns everything to gold that it touches.

The notion of making money by popular work, and then retiring to do good work, is the most familiar of all the devil's traps for artists.

The vitality of a new movement in Art must be gauged by the fury it arouses.

If we shake hands with icy fingers, it is because we have burnt them so horribly before.

We grow with years more fragile in body, but morally stutter, and can throw off the chill of a bad conscience almost at once.