As we grow older we become more conscious of the complexity, incoherence, and unreasonableness of human beings; this indeed is the only excuse that offers for the middle-aged or elderly writer whose thoughts should more properly be turned to graver matters, occupying himself with the trivial concerns of imaginary people.

The artist produces for the liberation of his soul. It is his nature to create as it is the nature of water to run down the hill.

Tolerance is another word for indifference.

As if a woman ever loved a man for his virtue.

The tragedy of love is indifference.

I do not think you want too much sincerity in society. It would be like an iron girder in a house of cards.

There is no cruelty greater than a woman's to a man who loves her and whom she does not love; she has no kindness then, no tolerance even, she has only an insane irritation.