I will not bare my soul to their shallow prying eyes. My heart shall never be put under their microscope.

When our eyes met, I felt that I was growing pale. A curious sensation of terror came over me. I knew that I had come face to face with some one whose mere personality was so fascinating that, if I allowed it to do so, it would absorb my whole nature, my whole soul, my very art itself.

And once, or twice, to throw the dice is a gentlemanly game, But he does not win who plays with Sin in the secret house of shame

Divorces are made in heaven.

Every one of course represents the spirit of his age, but there is an eternal aspect of the Spirit of every age which may be caught. To recreate the past from the mutilated fragments of the present is the task of the Historian.

An artist should create beautiful things, but should put nothing of his own life into them.

A subject that is beautiful in itself gives no suggestion to the artist. It lacks imperfection.