They are always asking a writer why he does not write like somebody else, or a painter why he does not paint like somebody else, quite oblivious of the fact that if either of them did anything of the kind he would cease to be an artist.

At twilight, nature is not without loveliness, though perhaps its chief use is to illustrate quotations from the poets.

If God wished to punish us, all he would need to do would be to answer our prayers.

Salomé, Salomé, dance for me. I pray thee dance for me. I am sad to-night. Yes, I am passing sad to-night. When I came hither I slipped in blood, which is an evil omen; and I heard, I am sure I heard in the air a beating of wings, a beating of giant wings. I cannot tell what they mean .... I am sad to-night. Therefore dance for me. Dance for me, Salomé, I beseech you. If you dance for me you may ask of me what you will, and I will give it you, even unto the half of my kingdom.

She is a peacock in everything but beauty!

If it is not nailed to the floor, it's mine. If I can pry it loose, it is not nailed down.

If a woman wants to hold a man she has merely to appeal to what is worst in him.