You know we poor artists have to show ourselves in society from time to time, just to remind the public that we are not savages.

we always misunderstood ourselves, and rarely understood others

Popularity is the crown of laurel which the world puts on bad art. Whatever is popular is wrong.

He wanted to be where no one would know who he was. He wanted to escape from himself.

I never saw so many well-dressed, well-fed, business-looking Bohemians in my life.

Why was I born with such contemporaries?

Wickedness is a myth invented by good people to account for the curious attractiveness of others.