No woman should have a memory. Memory in a woman is the beginning of dowdiness. One can always tell from a woman's bonnet whether she has got a memory or not.

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.

The girl never really lived, and so she has never really died.

I feel that if I kept it secret it might grow in my mind (as poisonous things grow in the dark) and take its place with the other terrible thoughts that gnaw me

You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you have never had the courage to commit.

Just as the orator marks his good things by a dramatic pause, or by raising and lowering his voice, or by gesture, so the writer marks his epigrams with italics, setting the little gem, so to speak, like a jeweler.

Would you like to know the great drama of my life? It is that I have put my genius into my life...I have put only my talent into my works.