The only link between Literature and the Drama left to us in England at the present moment is the bill of the play.

It is in the brain, and the brain only, that the great sins of the world take place also. You, Mr. Gray, you yourself, with yourrose-red youth and your rose-white boyhood, you have had passions that have made you afraid, thoughts that have filled you with terror, day-dreams and sleeping dreams whose mere memory might stain your cheek with shame.

Genius learns from nature, its own nature. Talent learns from art.

M. Zola is determined to show that, if he has not got genius, he can at least be dull.

Personality must be accepted for what it is. You mustn't mind that a poet is a drunk, rather that drunks are not always poets.

No publisher should ever express an opinion of the value of what he publishes. That is a matter entirely for the literary critic to decide.

It is that deep spiritual affection that is as pure as it is perfect. It is beautiful, it is fine, it is the noblest form of affection. There is nothing unnatural about it.