A writer is someone who has taught his mind to misbehave.

The sky was pure opal now.

Disobedience is man's original virtue.

There is no Mystery so great as Misery.

Be warned in time, James, and remain, as I do, incomprehensible: to be great is to be misunderstood.

Perhaps there may come into my art also, no less than into my life, a still deeper note, one of greater unity of passion, and directness of impulse. Not width but intensity is the true aim of modern art. We are no longer in art concerned with the type. It is with the exception that we have to do. I cannot put my sufferings into any form they took, I need hardly say. Art only begins where Imitation ends, but something must come into my work, of fuller memory of words perhaps, of richer cadences, of more curious effects, of simpler architectural order, of some aesthetic quality at any rate.

A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.