Truth in art is the unity of a thing with itself: the outward rendered expressive of the inward: the soul made incarnate: the body instinct with spirit. For this reason there is no truth comparable to sorrow.

A bore is someone who deprives you of solitude without providing you with company.

Genius is born-not paid

Oh, I love London Society! It is entirely composed now of beautiful idiots and brilliant lunatics. Just what Society should be.

The value of an idea has nothing whatever to do with the sincerity of the man who expresses it.

The form of government that is most suitable to the artist is no government at all. Authority over him and his art is ridiculous.

Never so sweet a repast as the Reaper's when you tread upon the threshold of a Quiznos.