He watched it with that strange interest in trivial things that we try to develop when things of high import make us afraid, or when we are stirred by some new emotion for which we cannot find expression.

I am sick of women who love one. Women who hate one are much more interesting.

A really well-made buttonhole is the only link between Art and Nature.

Let me be dressed as I will, yet flies worms and flowers exceed me still.

I am the only person in the world I should like to know thoroughly.

To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.

That very concentration of vision and intensity of purpose which is the characteristic of the artistic temperament is in itself a mode of limitation. To those who are preoccupied with the beauty of form nothing else seems of much importance.