Be warned in time, James, and remain, as I do, incomprehensible: to be great is to be misunderstood.

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. It would be horribly selfish if it wanted all the other flowers in the garden to be both red and roses.

I never came across anyone in whom the moral sense was dominant who was not heartless, cruel, vindictive, log-stupid, and entirely lacking in the smallest sense of humanity. Moral people, as they are termed, are simple beasts.

It is through art, and through art only, that we can realise our perfection.

In the old days men had the rack. Now they have the Press.

Women's styles may change but their designs remain the same.

we always misunderstood ourselves, and rarely understood others