She has form," he said to himself, as he walked away through the grove - "that cannot be denied to her; but has she got feeling? I am afraid not. In fact, she is like most artists; she is all style, without any sincerity. She would not sacrifice herself for others. She thinks merely of music, and everybody knows that arts are selfish. Still, it must be admitted that she has some beautiful notes in her voice. What a pity it is that they do not mean anything, or do any practical good.

Punctuality is the thief of time

No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything.

The English country-gentleman galloping after a fox — the unspeakable in full pursuit of the uneatable.

It takes great deal of courage to see the world in all its tainted glory, and still to love it.

There can be nothing more frequent than an occasional drink.

Intuition is a strange instinct that tells a woman she is right, whether she is or not.