I treated Art as the supreme reality and life as a mere mode of fiction.

The basis of optimism is sheer terror.

Memory... is the diary that we all carry about with us.

Don't give a woman advice; one should never give a woman anything she can't wear in the evening.

Prosperity, pleasure and success, may be rough of grain and common in fibre, but sorrow is the most sensitive of all created things. There is nothing that stirs in the whole world of thought to which sorrow does not vibrate in terrible and exquisite pulsation. The thin beaten-out leaf of tremulous gold that chronicles the direction of forces the eye cannot see is in comparison coarse. It is a wound that bleeds when any hand but that of love touches it, and even then must bleed again, though not in pain.

More than half of modern culture depends upon what one shouldn't read.

Genius lasts longer than Beauty. That accounts for the fact that we all take such pains to over-educate ourselves.