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.

A poet can survive everything but a misprint.

Every woman is a rebel, and usually in wild revolt against herself.

The world has grown suspicious of anything that looks like a happy married life.

Personality must be accepted for what it is. You mustn't mind that a poet is a drunk, rather that drunks are not always poets.

It is only by not paying one's bills that one can hope to live in the memory of the commercial classes.

It is better to have a permanent income than to be fascinating.