The condition of perfection is idleness: the aim of perfection is youth.

One should either be a work of art, or wear a work of art.

Talk to a woman as if you loved her, and to a man as if he bored you.

Truth in art is the unity of a thing with itself: the outward rendered expressive of the inward: the soul made incarnate: the body instinct with spirit. For this reason there is no truth comparable to sorrow.

The way of paradoxes is the way of truth. To test Reality we must see it on the tight-rope.

When I ask for a water cress sandwich, I do not mean a loaf with a field in the middle of it.

He is some brainless, beautiful creature, who should always be here in winter when we have no flowers to look at, and always here in the summer when we want something to chill our intelligence.