I wanted to paint a picture some day that people would stand before and forget that it was made of paint. I wanted it to creep into them like a bar of music and mushroom there like a soft bullet.

She had become so thoroughly annealed into his life that she was like the air he breathed--necessary but scarcely noticed.

Bohemia is nothing more than the little country in which you do not live. If you try to obtain citizenship in it, at once the court and retinue pack the royal archives and treasure and move away beyond the hills.

A story with a moral appended is like the bill of a mosquito. It bores you, and then injects a stinging drop to irritate your conscience.

Of habit, the power that keeps the earth from flying to pieces; though there is some silly theory of gravitation.

Whenever he saw a dollar in another man's hands he took it as a personal grudge, if he couldn't take it any other way.

Most wonderful of all are words, and how they make friends one with another.