My writing has gone to bits - like my character. I am simply a self-conscious nerve in pain.

Music makes one feel so romantic - at least it always gets on one's nerves - which is the same thing nowadays.

Knowledge would be fatal. It is the uncertainty that charms one. A mist makes things wonderful.

All bad art is the result of good intentions.

The sky was pure opal now.

A great poet, a really great poet, is the most unpoetical of all creatures. But inferior poets are absolutely fascinating.

The English public always feels perfectly at ease when a mediocrity is talking to it.