As for modern journalism, it is not my business to defend it. It justifies its own existence by the great Darwinian principle of the survival of the vulgarest.

What of Art? -It is a malady. --Love? -An Illusion. --Religion? -The fashionable substitute for Belief. --You are a sceptic. -Never! Scepticism is the beginning of Faith. --What are you? -To define is to limit.

The commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it.

Those who try to lead the people can only do so by following the mob. It is through the voice of one crying in the wilderness that the ways of the gods must be prepared.

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

He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realize

To make men Socialists is nothing, but to make Socialism human is a great thing.