Women defend themselves by attacking, just as they attack by sudden and strange surrenders.

All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling. To be natural is to be obvious, and to be obvious is to be inartistic.

We spend our days, each one of us, in looking for the secret of life. Well, the secret of life is in Art.

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

The world seemed to me fine because you were in it, and goodness more real because you lived.

Nobody of any real culture, for instance, ever talks nowadays about the beauty of sunset. Sunsets are quite old fashioned. To admire them is a distinct sign of provincialism of temperament. Upon the other hand they go on.

I never came across anyone in whom the moral sense was dominant who was not heartless, cruel, vindictive, log-stupid, and entirely lacking in the smallest sense of humanity. Moral people, as they are termed, are simple beasts.