The imagination imitates. It is the critical spirit that creates.

The true artist is known by what he annexes, and he annexes everything.

I wonder that no criminal has ever pleaded the ugliness of your city as an excuse for his crimes.

They get up early, because they have so much to do, and go to bed early, because they have so little to think about.

Oh, I don’t care about Jack. I don’t care for anybody in the whole world but you. I love you, Cecily. You will marry me, won’t you? You silly boy! Of course. Why, we have been engaged for the last three months. For the last three months?

A woman who cannot make her mistakes charming, is only a female.

Out of the unreal shadows of night comes back the real life that we had known. We have to resume it where we had left off... p 207