The basis of action is lack of imagination. It is the last resource of those who know not how to dream.
I never put off till tomorrow what I can do the day after.
There is no Mystery so great as Misery.
Art is rarely intelligible to the criminal classes.
Thin-lipped wisdom spoke at her from the worn chair, hinted at prudence, quoted from that book of cowardice whose author apes the name of common sense.
What of Art? -It is a malady. --Love? -An Illusion. --Religion? -The fashionable substitute for Belief. --You are a sceptic. -Never! Scepticism is the beginning of Faith. --What are you? -To define is to limit.