It is Nature who makes our artists for us, though it may be Art who taught them their right mode of expression.
Where there is no love there is no understanding.
How marriage ruins a man! It is as demoralizing as cigarettes, and far more expensive.
Alone, and without any reference to his neighbours, without any interference, the artist can fashion a beautiful thing; and if he does not do it solely for his own pleasure, he is not an artist at all.
There is no such thing as morality or immorality in thought. There is immoral emotion.
It is a very poor consolation to be told that the man who has given one a bad dinner, or poor wine, is irreproachable in private life. Even the cardinal virtues cannot atone for half-cold entrees.