Self-denial is simply a method by which arrests his progress, and self-sacrifice a survival of the mutilation of the savage.

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

Always be a little unexpected.

Well I won't argue about the matter. You always want to argue about things. That is exactly what things were originally made for.

With subtle and finely-wrought temperaments it is always so. Their strong passions must either bruise or bend. They either slay the man, or themselves die. Shallow sorrows and shallow loves live on. The loves and the sorrows that are great are destroyed by their own plenitude.

There is no mode of action, no form of emotion, that we do not share with the lower animals. It is only by language that we rise above them.

What a pity that in life we only get our lessons when they are of no use to us.