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.

LORD ILLINGWORTH: The soul is born old but grows young. That is the comedy of life. MRS ALLONBY: And the body is born young and grows old. That is life's tragedy.

Thinking is wonderful, but the experience is even more wonderful.

Fashion: by which what is really fantastic becomes for a moment the universal.

My Salome is a mystic the sister of Salammbô a Saint Thérèse who worships the moon.

All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does. That's his.

Oh, why will parents always appear at the wrong time? Some extraordinary mistake in nature, I suppose.