If a woman wants to hold a man she has merely to appeal to what is worst in him.
Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music. Your days are your sonnets.
The amount of women in London who flirt with their own husbands is perfectly scandalous. It looks so bad. It is simply washing one's clean linen in public.
Prayer must never be answered: if it is, it ceases to be prayer and becomes correspondence.
Why was I born with such contemporaries?
That is the mission of art - to make us pause and look at a thing a second time.