I love scandals about other people, but scandals about myself don’t interest me. They have not got the charm of novelty.

For the canons of good society are, or should be, the same as the canons of art. Form is absolutely essential to it.

History is only gossip.

The sin was mine; I did not understand. So now is music prisoned in her cave, Save where some ebbing desultory wave Frets with its restless whirls this meagre strand.

It was a fatal day when the public discovered that the pen is mightier than the paving-stone and can be made as offensive as a brickbat.

Memory is the diary that chronicles things that never have happened and couldn't possibly have happened.

It is only through Art and through Art only that we can realize our perfection; Through Art and art only that we can shield ourselves from the sordid perils of actual existence.