Look at the moon. How strange the moon seems! She is like a woman rising from a tomb. She is like a dead woman. One might fancy she was looking for dead things.

Aestheticism is a search after the signs of the beautiful. It is the science of the beautiful through which men seek the correlation of the arts. It is, to speak more exactly, the search after the secret of life.

The old-fashioned respect for the young is fast dying out.

That very concentration of vision and intensity of purpose which is the characteristic of the artistic temperament is in itself a mode of limitation. To those who are preoccupied with the beauty of form nothing else seems of much importance.

The greatest of all sins is stupidity.

He is really not so ugly after all, provided, of course, that one shuts one's eyes, and does not look at him.

If you are not long, I will wait for you all my life.