Mere color, unspoiled by meaning, and unallied with definite form, can speak to the soul in a thousand different ways.

we always misunderstood ourselves, and rarely understood others

A beautiful woman risking everything for a mad passion. A few wild weeks of happiness cut short by a hideous, treacherous crime. Months of voiceless agony, and then a child born in pain. The mother snatched away by death, the boy left to solitude and the tyranny of an old and loveless man. Yes, it was an interesting background. It posed the lad, made him more perfect as it were. Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.

No man should have a secret from his wife. She invariably finds it out.

I have never met any really wicked person before. I feel rather frightened. I am so afraid he will look just like every one else.

There are two ways of disliking poetry, one way is to dislike it, the other is to read Pope.

What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.