All art is immortal. For emotion for the sake of emotion is the aim of art, and emotion for the sake of action is the aim of life.

The ancient historians gave us delightful fiction in the form of fact; the modern novelist presents us with dull facts under the guise of fiction.

As a wicked man I am a complete failure. Why, there are lots of people who say I have never really done anything wrong in the whole course of my life. Of course they only say it behind my back.

It seems to me that we all look at Nature too much, and live with her too little.

That very concentration of vision and intensity of purpose which is the characteristic of the artistic temperament is in itself a mode of limitation. To those who are preoccupied with the beauty of form nothing else seems of much importance.

Bad manners make a journalist.

I expect I shall have to die beyond my means.