Any place you love is the world to you”, explained the pensive Catherine Wheel, who had been attached to an old deal box in early life, and prided herself on her broken heart; “but love is not fashionable any more, the poets have killed it. They wrote so much about that nobody believed them, and I am not surprised. True love suffers, and is silent. I remember myself once- But it is no matter now. Romance is a thing of the past.

Why can't these American women stay in their own country? They are always telling us that it is the paradise for women. It is. That is the reason why, like Eve, they are so excessively anxious to get out of it.

I was dominated, soul, brain, and power by you. You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream.

The only thing in the world worse than being Oscar Wilde is not being Oscar Wilde.

Between the optimist and the pessimist, the difference is droll. The optimist sees the doughnut; the pessimist the hole!

What men call the shadow of the body is not the shadow of the body, but is the body of the soul.

The artistic life is a long, lovely suicide.