Alone, and without any reference to his neighbours, without any interference, the artist can fashion a beautiful thing; and if he does not do it solely for his own pleasure, he is not an artist at all.

Progress is the realization of utopia.

Something was dead in each of us, and what was dead was hope

A truth ceases to be true when more than one person believes in it.

Never buy anything simply because it is expensive.

We women, as some one says, love with our ears, just as you men love with your eyes.

Actual life was chaos, but there was something terribly logical in the imagination. It was the imagination that set remorse to dog the feet of sin. It was the imagination that made each crime bear its misshapen brood. In the common world of fact the wicked were not punished, nor the good rewarded. Success was given to the strong, failure thrust upon the weak. That was all.