The ages live in history through their anachronisms.

As one knows the poet by his fine music, so one can recognize the liar by his rich rhythmic utterance, and in neither case will the casual inspiration of the moment suffice. Here, as elsewhere, practice must precede perfection.

A true artist takes no notice whatever of the public. The public to him are non-existent.

I am not at all cynical, I have merely got experience, which, however, is very much the same thing.

There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. One should sympathise with the colour, the beauty, the joy of life. The less said about life's sores the better.

One should either be a work of art, or wear a work of art.

When you really want love you will find it waiting for you.