They've promised that dreams can come true - but forgot to mention that nightmares are dreams, too.

I would not a bit mind sleeping in the cool grass in summer, and when winter came on sheltering myself by the warm close-thatched rick, or under the penthouse of a great barn, provided I had love in my heart.

Music is the perfect type of art.

Life is never fair, and perhaps it is a good thing for most of us that it is not.

Art finds her own perfection within, and not outside of, herself. She is not to be judged by any external standard of resemblance.

The one charm about the past is that it is the past. But women never know when the curtain has fallen.

Knowledge would be fatal. It is the uncertainty that charms one. A mist makes things wonderful.