Now it seems to me that love of some kind is the only possible explanation of the extraordinary amount of suffering that there is in the world.

I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again.

I walk the world in wonder.

The English public takes no interest in a work of art until it is told that the work in question is immoral.

There is no country in the world where machinery is so lovely as in America. It was not until I had seen the water-works at Chicago that I realised the wonders of machinery; the rise and fall of the steel rods, the symmetrical motion of the great wheels is the most beautiful rhythmic thing I have ever seen.

It was a fatal day when the public discovered that the pen is mightier than the paving-stone and can be made as offensive as a brickbat.

I never change, except in my affections.