Always forgive your enemies - nothing annoys them so much.

I don’t write this letter to put bitterness into your heart, but to pluck it out of mine. For my own sake I must forgive you.

Man is made for something better than disturbing dirt.

What of Art? -It is a malady. --Love? -An Illusion. --Religion? -The fashionable substitute for Belief. --You are a sceptic. -Never! Scepticism is the beginning of Faith. --What are you? -To define is to limit.

Religions die when they are proved to be true. Science is the record of dead religions.

The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely. All art is quite useless.

the costume of the nineteenth century is detestable. It is so sombre, so depressing. Sin is the only real colour-element left in modern life.