There are moments when art attains almost to the dignity of manual labor.
One should either be a work of art, or wear a work of art.
I have spent most of the day putting in a comma and the rest of the day taking it out.
I quite agree with Dr. Nordau's assertion that all men of genius are insane, but Dr. Nordau forgets that all sane people are idiots.
My experience is that as soon as people are old enough to know better, they don't know anything at all.
What is the good of friendship if one cannot say exactly what one means?