All love is true, but not all truth ... is love?

I find that forgiving one's enemies is a most curious morbid pleasure; perhaps I should check it.

It takes a thoroughly good woman to do a thoroughly stupid thing

If one tells the truth, one is sure, sooner or later, to be found out.

Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter.

Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only beauty.

Experience was of no ethical value. It was merely the name men gave to their mistakes. Moralists had, as a rule, regarded it as a mode of warning, had claimed for it a certain ethical efficacy in the formation of character, had praised it as something that taught us what to follow and showed us what to avoid. But there was no motive power in experience. It was as little of an active cause as conscience itself. All that it really demonstrated was that our future would be the same as our past, and that the sin we had done once, and with loathing, we would do many times, and with joy.