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

He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realize

Women, as some witty Frenchman once put it, inspire us with the desire to do masterpieces and always prevent us from carrying them out.

It is in the brain that the poppy is red, that the apple is odorous, that the skylark sings.

Artists reproduce themselves or each other, with wearisome iteration. But criticism is always moving on, and the critic is always developing.

Don't use big words. They mean so little.

Every woman is a rebel.