Indifference is the invisible giant of the world.

Dissimulation is the only thing that makes society possible; without its amenities the world would be a bear-garden.

Belief of some sort is the lifeblood of Art.

Nature I believe in. True art aims to, represent men and women, not as my little self would have them, but as they appear. My heroes and heroines I want not extreme types, all good or all bad; but human, mortal--partly good, partly bad. Realism I need. Pure mental abstractions have no significance for me.

Fame nowadays is little else but notoriety.

Fame! it is the flower of a day, that dies when the next sun rises.

Friendship is usually treated...as a tough...thing which will survive all manner of bad treatment. But this is an exceedingly great and foolish error; it may die in an hour of a single unwise word.