In the old days men had the rack. Now they have the Press.

All bad art is the result of good intentions.

Nothing spoils romance so much as a sense of humor in the woman

You have killed my love. You used to stir my imagination. Now you don't even stir my curiosity. You simply produce no effect. I loved you because you were marvelous, because you had genius and intellect, because you realized the dreams of great poets and gave shape and substance to the shadows of art. You have thrown it all away. You are shallow and stupid

A true artist takes no notice whatever of the public. The public to him are non-existent.

The only real people are the people who never existed.

You know we poor artists have to show ourselves in society from time to time, just to remind the public that we are not savages.