Nature: a place where birds fly around uncooked
Art, like Nature, has her monsters, things of bestial shape and with hideous voices.
Poets know how useful passion is for publication. Nowadays a broken heart will run to many editions.
It is a dangerous thing to reform anyone.
Tell the cook of this restaurant with my compliments that these are the very worst sandwiches in the whole world, and that, when I ask for a watercress sandwich, I do not mean a loaf with a field in the middle of it.
I treated Art as the supreme reality and life as a mere mode of fiction.