I like looking at geniuses and listening to beautiful people.

Reported as Oscar Wilde's last words on his death bed... This wallpaper is killing me. One of us has to go.

To shut one's eyes to half of life that one may live securely is as though one blinded oneself that one might walk with more safety in a land of pit and precipice.

We quaff the cup of life with eager haste without draining it, instead of which it only overflows the brim - objects press around us, filling the mind with the throng of desires that wait upon them, so that we have no room for the thoughts of death.

"I hope your hair curls naturally, does it?" "Yes, darling, with a little help from others."

She was a curious woman, whose dresses always looked as if they had been designed in a rage and put on in a tempest. She was usually in love with somebody, and, as her passion was never returned, she had kept all her illusions. She tried to look picturesque, but only succeeded in being untidy.

What is abnormal in Life stands in normal relations to Art. It is the only thing in Life that stands in normal relations to Art.