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

No object is so beautiful that, under certain conditions, it will not look ugly.

Far away beyond the pine-woods,' he answered, in a low dreamy voice, 'there is a little garden. There the grass grows long and deep, there are the great white stars of the hemlock flower, there the nightingale sings all night long. All night long he sings, and the cold, crystal moon looks down, and the yew-tree spreads out its giant arms over the sleepers.

I had buried my romance in a bed of asphodel.

LORD ILLINGWORTH What do you think she'd do if I kissed her? MRS ALLONBY Either marry you, or strike you across the face with her glove. What would you do if she struck you across the face with her glove? LORD ILLINGWORTH Fall in love with her, probably.

The only link between Literature and the Drama left to us in England at the present moment is the bill of the play.

I love acting. It is so much more real than life.