To get back one's youth one has merely to repeat one's follies.

Science is out of the reach of morals, for her eyes are fixed upon eternal truths. Art is out of the reach of morals, for her eyes are fixed upon things beautiful and immortal and ever-changing.

I am not at all cynical, I have merely got experience, which, however, is very much the same thing.

Circumstances should never alter principles!

The beautiful, passionate, ruined South, the land of magnolias and music, of roses and romance . . . living on the memory of crushing defeats

Art, like Nature, has her monsters

One's past is what one is. It is the only way by which people should be judged.