I Don't Want People To Love Me.

Life Is Very Nice, But It Lacks Form. It's The Aim Of Art To Give It Some.

A Happy Love Is Full Of Quarrels, You Know.

Believe Me; All Evil Comes From The Old. They Grow Fat On Ideas And Young Men Die Of Them.

My Wife Was An Opera Singer, You Know. She Bellowed Her Way Through Wagner As A Valkyrie. I Married Her And Made Her Give Up The Theatre, To My Eternal Cost. She Was To Go On Acting For Myself Alone. A Performance At His Own Expense, Lasting For More Than Twenty Years, Tends To Wear Out Your Spectator.

Talent Is Like A Faucet, While It Is Open, One Must Write.