Her capacity for family affection is extraordinary. When her third husband died, her hair turned quite gold from grief.

The basis of optimism is sheer terror.

Every one of course represents the spirit of his age, but there is an eternal aspect of the Spirit of every age which may be caught. To recreate the past from the mutilated fragments of the present is the task of the Historian.

The English public takes no interest in a work of art until it is told that the work in question is immoral.

If only the picture could grow old, and I stay young. For that...for that, I would give my SOUL for that.

If a friend of mine gave a feast, and did not invite me to it, I should not mind a bit. but if a friend of mine had a sorrow and refused to allow me to share it, I should feel it most bitterly. If he shut the doors of the house of mourning against me, I would move back again and again and beg to be admitted so that I might share in what I was entitled to share. If he thought me unworthy, unfit to weep with him, I should feel it as the most poignant humiliation.

Anybody can have common sense, provided that they have no imagination.