I now see that sorrow, being the supreme emotion of which man is capable, is at once the type and test of all great art.

The past is of no importance. The present is of no importance. It is with the future that we have to deal. For the past is what man should not have been. The present is what man ought not to be. The future is what artists are.

Even now I cannot help feeling that it is a mistake to think that the passion one feels in creation is ever really shown in the work one creates.

Those who try to lead the people can only do so by following the mob. It is through the voice of one crying in the wilderness that the ways of the gods must be prepared.

Lord Illingworth told me this morning that there was an orchid there as beautiful as the seven deadly sins.

Those who see any difference between soul and body have neither

A simile committing suicide is always a depressing spectacle.