You and I will always be friends." "Yet you poisoned me with a book once. I should not forgive that.

For life is terribly deficient in form. Its catastrophes happen in the wrong way and to the wrong people. There is a grotesque horror about its comedies, and its tragedies seem to culminate in farce.

Through our sunless lanes creeps Poverty with her hungry eyes, and Sin with his sodden face follows close behind her. Misery wakes us in the morning and Shame sits with us at night.

Life, Lady Stutfield, is simply a mauvais quart d'heure made up of exquisite moments.

There were moments when he looked on evil simply as a mode through which he could realize his conception of the beautiful.

I am too fond of reading books to care to write them.

I don't want to earn a living. I want to live.