With subtle and finely-wrought temperaments it is always so. Their strong passions must either bruise or bend. They either slay the man, or themselves die. Shallow sorrows and shallow loves live on. The loves and the sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plenitude.

To make men Socialists is nothing, but to make Socialism human is a great thing.

Nothing looks so like innocence as an indiscretion.

I gave my genius to my life, but my talent to my art.

Well, I can't eat muffins in an agitated manner. The butter would probably get on my cuffs.

A great poet, a really great poet, is the most unpoetical of all creatures. But inferior poets are absolutely fascinating.

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.