Lo! with a little rod I did but touch the honey of romance — And must I lose a soul's inheritance?

If you want to be a doormat you have to lay yourself down first.

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

His morality is all sympathy, just what morality should be

Men are such cowards. They outrage every law in the world and are afraid of the world's tongue.

I now see that sorrow, being the supreme emotion of which man is capable, is at once the type and test of all great art.

An opinion is not necesarily correct just because you're willing to die for it.