Fantastic shadows of birds

I have been right, Basil, haven’t I, to take my love out of poetry, and to find my wife in Shakespeare’s plays? Lips that Shakespeare taught to speak have whispered their secret in my ear. I have had the arms of Rosalind around me, and kissed Juliet on the mouth.

As I lounged in the Park, or strolled down Piccadilly, I used to look at everyone who passed me, and wonder, with mad curiosity, what sort of lives they led. some of them fascinated me. Others filled me with terror.

Create yourself. Be yourself your poem.

The only way a woman can ever reform a man is by boring him so completely that he loses all possible interest in life.

Spontaneity is a meticulously prepared art

If this is the way Queen Victoria treats her prisoners, she doesn't deserve to have any.