Though of all poses a moral pose is the most offensive, still to have a pose at all is something.

All art is quite useless.

The moment that an artist takes notice of what other people want, and tries to supply the demand, he ceases to be an artist.

The dim roar of London was like the bourdon note of a distant organ

Behind Joy and Laughter there may be a temperament, coarse, hard and callous. But behind Sorrow there is always Sorrow. Pain, unlike Pleasure, wears no mask.

I never read a book I must review; it prejudices you so.

One can survive everything, nowadays, except death, and live down everything except a good reputation.