My dear fellow, the truth isn’t quite the sort of thing one tells to a nice, sweet, refined girl. What extraordinary ideas you have about the way to behave to a woman!

Art should never be popular.

Don't run down dyed hair and painted faces. There is an extraordinary charm in them, sometimes.

If one doesn't talk about a thing, it has never happened. It is simply expression that gives reality to things.

Religion is like a blind man looking in a black room for a black cat that isn't there, and finding it.

She has form," he said to himself, as he walked away through the grove - "that cannot be denied to her; but has she got feeling? I am afraid not. In fact, she is like most artists; she is all style, without any sincerity. She would not sacrifice herself for others. She thinks merely of music, and everybody knows that arts are selfish. Still, it must be admitted that she has some beautiful notes in her voice. What a pity it is that they do not mean anything, or do any practical good.

The truth about the life of a man is not what he does, but the legend which he creates around himself.