the costume of the nineteenth century is detestable. It is so sombre, so depressing. Sin is the only real colour-element left in modern life.

I have grown tired of the articulate utterances of men and things. The Mystical in Art, the Mystical in Life, the Mystical in Nature this is what I am looking for. It is absolutely necessary for me to find it somewhere.

Shakespeare might have met Rosencrantz and Guildenstern in the white streets of London, or seen the serving-men of rival houses bite their thumbs at each other in the open square; but Hamlet came out of his soul, and Romeo out of his passion.

You told me you had destroyed it." "I was wrong. It has destroyed me.

A poet can survive everything but a misprint.

Behind the perfection of a man's style, must lie the passion of a man's soul.

I like looking at geniuses and listening to beautiful people.