I have nothing to declare except my genuis.

The girl never really lived, and so she has never really died.

All charming people, I fancy, are spoiled. It is the secret of their attraction.

Missionaries are going to reform the world whether it wants to or not.

My writing has gone to bits - like my character. I am simply a self-conscious nerve in pain.

The sick do not ask if the hand that smoothes their pillow is pure, nor the dying care if the lips that touch their brow have known the kiss of sin.

There should be a law that no ordinary newspaper should be allowed to write about art. The harm they do by their foolish and random writing it would be impossible to overestimate--not to the artist but to the public.... Without them we would judge a man simply by his work; but at present the newspapers are trying hard to induce the public to judge a sculptor, for instance, never by his statues but by the way he treats his wife; a painter by the amount of his income and a poet by the colour of his necktie.