Behind joy and laughter there may be a temperament, coarse, hard and callous. But behind sorrow there is always sorrow. Pain, unlike pleasure, wears no mask. ... For this reason there is no truth comparable to sorrow. There are times when sorrow seems to me to be the only truth. Other things may be illusions of the eye or the appetite, made to blind the one and cloy the other, but out of sorrow have the worlds been built, and at the birth of a child or a star there is pain.

I find him in the curves of certain lines, in the loveliness and subtleties of certain colours.

Even things that are true can be proved.

I find I have, and a heart doesn’t suit me, Windermere. Somehow it doesn’t go with modern dress. It makes one look old.

It is only the modern that ever becomes old-fashioned.

Time is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses.

An artist should create beautiful things, but should put nothing of his own life into them.