The trouble with the lower classes is that they lack the sense of tragedy given to them by the upper classes.

And when wind and winter harden All the loveless land, It will whisper of the garden, You will understand.

For, try as we may, we cannot get behind the appearence of things to reality. And the terrible reason may be that there is no reality in the things apart from their appearences.

Well, I can't eat muffins in an agitated manner. The butter would probably get on my cuffs.

I like my food dry. Not sick, not even dying, dead.

A true artist takes no notice whatever of the public. The public to him are non-existent.

Disobedience, in the eyes of any one who has read history, is man's original virtue. It is through disobedience that progress has been made, through disobedience and through rebellion.