All art is at once surface and symbol.

Down the long and silent street, The dawn, with silver-sandaled feet, Crept like a frightened girl.

If people were meant to be nude, they would have been born this way.

It is much more easy to have sympathy with suffering than it is to have sympathy with thought.

To live in this world is a rare thing; most people just exist.

The amount of women in London who flirt with their own husbands is perfectly scandalous. It looks so bad. It is simply washing one's clean linen in public.

I refuse to have a battle of wits with an unarmed man.