Hesitation of any kind is a sign of mental decay in the young, of physical weakness in the old.

So lets knock a couple back and make some noise

One's only real life is the life one never leads.

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.

Salomé, Salomé, dance for me. I pray thee dance for me. I am sad to-night. Yes, I am passing sad to-night. When I came hither I slipped in blood, which is an evil omen; and I heard, I am sure I heard in the air a beating of wings, a beating of giant wings. I cannot tell what they mean .... I am sad to-night. Therefore dance for me. Dance for me, Salomé, I beseech you. If you dance for me you may ask of me what you will, and I will give it you, even unto the half of my kingdom.

What a silly thing love is! It is not half as useful as logic, for it does not prove anything and it is always telling one things that are not going to happen, and making one believe things that are not true.

It's the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.