You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you have never had the courage to commit.

He wanted to be where no one would know who he was. He wanted to escape from himself.

The good we get from art is not what we learn from it; it is what we become through it.

Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them!

I usually say what I really think. A great mistake nowadays. It makes one so liable to be misunderstood.

We who live in prison, and in whose lives there is no event but sorrow, have to measure time by throbs of pain, and the record of bitter moments.

Art never expresses anything but itself.