All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.
Sin is a thing that writes itself across a man's face. It cannot be concealed. People talk sometimes of secret vices, there are no such things. If a wretched man has a vice, it shows itself in the lines of his mouth, the droop of his eyelids, the moulding of his hands even.
A man who does not think for himself does not think at all.
Do not forget that small daily actions do or undo character.
Deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.
One should absorb the colour of life, but one should never remember its details. Details are always vulgar.