I may have said the same thing before... but my explanation, I am sure, will always be different.

Art persists, it timelessly continues.

He rides in the row at ten o clock in the morning, goes to the Opera three times a week, changes his clothes at least five times a day, and dines out every night of the season. You don't call that leading an idle life, do you?

I write because it gives me the greatest possible artistic pleasure to write. If my work pleases the few I am gratified. As for the mob, I have no desire to be a popular novelist. It is far too easy.

It is perfectly possible to get what you think you want and be miserable. It's possible too, to never get it but deeply enjoy the process of trying. In this world, there are only two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.

Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love: it is the faithless who know love's tragedies.

I think you are wrong, Basil, but I won't argue with you. It is only the intellectually lost who ever argue.