What is abnormal in Life stands in normal relations to Art. It is the only thing in Life that stands in normal relations to Art.

Now and then the fantastic shadows of birds in flight flitted across the long tussore-silk curtains that were stretched in front of the huge window, producing a kind of momentary Japanese effect, and making him think of those pallid, jade-faced painters of Tokyo who, through the medium of an art that is necessarily immobile, seek to convey the sense of swiftness and motion.

...The two great turning-points of my life were when my father sent to Oxford, and when society sent me to prison.

A virtuous abstinence from the joys of pederasty comes most easily to those who have no taste for it.

The quivering, ardent sunlight showed him the lines of cruelty round the mouth as clearly as if he had been looking into a mirror after he had done some dreadful thing.

The real weakness of England lies, not in incomplete armaments or unfortified coasts, not in the poverty that creeps through sunless lanes, or the drunkenness that brawls in loathsome courts, but simply in the fact that her ideals are emotional and not intellectual.

Every woman is wrong until she cries.