Lying, the telling of beautiful untrue things, is the proper aim of Art.
It is awfully hard work doing nothing.
Never buy a thing you don't want merely because it is dear.
For life is terribly deficient in form. Its catastrophes happen in the wrong way and to the wrong people. There is a grotesque horror about its comedies, and its tragedies seem to culminate in farce.
Music is the art which is most nigh to tears and memories.
Pleasure without Champagne is purely artificial.