An egg is always an adventure; the next one may be different.

The form of government that is most suitable to the artist is no government at all. Authority over him and his art is ridiculous.

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! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?

Work is the curse of the drinking classes.

One must have a heart of stone to read the death of little Nell without laughing.

All women are rebels.

I live in terror of not being misunderstood.