Nobody of any real culture, for instance, ever talks nowadays about the beauty of sunset. Sunsets are quite old fashioned. To admire them is a distinct sign of provincialism of temperament. Upon the other hand they go on.

What you really are is a Bunburyist. I was quite right in saying you were a Bunburyist. You are one of the most advanced Bunburyists I know.

If there was less sympathy in the world, there would be less trouble in the world.

The trouble with women is, that when they grow up, they turn into their mothers. The trouble with men is, that they don't.

Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music. Your days are your sonnets.

Yes, very sensible... People die of common sense, Dorian, one lost moment at a time. Life is a moment. There is no hereafter. So make it burn always with the hardest flame.

It is what you read when you don't have to that determines what you will be when you can't help it.