You shut out from your society the gentle and the good. You laugh at the simple and the pure. living, as you all do, on other and by them, you need at self-sacrifice, and if you throw bread to the poor, it is merely to keep them quiet for a season.

I don't at all like knowing what people say of me behind my back. It makes me far too conceited.

But what of life whose bitter hungry sea Flows at our heels, and gloom of sunless night Covers the days which never more return? Ambition, love and all the thoughts that burn We lose too soon, and only find delight In withered husks of some dead memory.

America is the noisiest country that ever existed. One is waked up in the morning, not by the singing of the nightingale, but by the steam whistle.

Is insincerity such a terrible thing? I think not. It is merely a method by which we can multiply our personalities.

Bad art is a great deal worse than no art at all.

You can have your secret as long as I have your heart[.]