There is the strange power we have of changing facts by the force of the imagination.

Unless you catch ideas on the wing and nail them down, you will soon cease to have any.

Inevitably we look upon society, so kind to you, so harsh to us, as an ill-fitting form that distorts the truth; deforms the mind; fetters the will.

I worship you, but I loathe marriage. I hate its smugness, its safety, its compromise and the thought of you interfering with my work, hindering me; what would you answer?

Human beings have neither kindness, nor faith, nor charity beyond what serves to increase the pleasure of the moment.

Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme fatigues, I have had my vision.

There are no teachers, saints, prophets, good people, but the artists.