Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?

Love will fly if held too lightly Love will die if held too tightly . . .

The best people to work for are me, myself and I.

He had that curious love of green, which in individuals is always the sign of a subtle artistic temperament, and in nations is said to denote a laxity, if not a decadence of morals.

If only the picture could grow old, and I stay young. For that...for that, I would give my SOUL for that.

A gentleman is one who never hurts anyone's feelings unintentionally.

Don't feed the trolls; nothing fuels them so much.