Never speak disrespectfully of Society, Algernon. Only people who can’t get into it do that.

A great poet, a really great poet, is the most unpoetical of all creatures. But inferior poets are absolutely fascinating.

There were sins whose fascination was more in the memory than in the doing of them, strange triumphs that gratified the pride more than the passions, and gave to the intellect a quickened sense of joy, greater than any joy they brought, or could ever bring, to the senses.

The answers are all out there, we just need to ask the right questions.

Beauty is a form of Genius--is higher, indeed, than Genius, as it needs no explanation. It is one of the great facts of the world, like sunlight, or springtime, or the reflection in the dark waters of that silver shell we call the moon. It cannot be questioned. It has divine right of sovereignty. It makes princes of those who have it.

The world is made by the singer for the dreamer.

He is fond of being misunderstood. It gives him a post of vantage.