No Great Artist Ever Sees Things As They Really Are. If He Did, He Would Cease To Be An Artist.
Between Men And Women There Is No Friendship Possible. There Is Passion, Enmity, Worship, Love, But No Friendship.
In Married Life Three Is Company And Two None.
When Good Americans Die They Go To Paris.
The World Has Grown Suspicious Of Anything That Looks Like A Happily Married Life.
Charity Creates A Multitude Of Sins.
The Typewriting Machine, When Played With Expression, Is No More Annoying Than The Piano When Played By A Sister Or Near Relation.
All Bad Poetry Springs From Genuine Feeling.
Alas, I Am Dying Beyond My Means.
There Are Many Things That We Would Throw Away If We Were Not Afraid That Others Might Pick Them Up.
There Is Always Something Infinitely Mean About Other People's Tragedies.
I Can Resist Everything Except Temptation.
In America The President Reigns For Four Years, And Journalism Governs Forever And Ever.
There Is Always Something Ridiculous About The Emotions Of People Whom One Has Ceased To Love.
There Is No Necessity To Separate The Monarch From The Mob; All Authority Is Equally Bad.
It Is Only The Modern That Ever Becomes Old-fashioned.
America Had Often Been Discovered Before Columbus, But It Had Always Been Hushed Up.
Mr. Henry James Writes Fiction As If It Were A Painful Duty.
Romantic Art Deals With The Exception And With The Individual. Good People, Belonging As They Do To The Normal, And So, Commonplace Type, Are Artistically Uninteresting.
In Modern Life Nothing Produces Such An Effect As A Good Platitude. It Makes The Whole World Kin.
I Find It Harder And Harder Every Day To Live Up To My Blue China.
The Public Is Wonderfully Tolerant. It Forgives Everything Except Genius.
Conversation About The Weather Is The Last Refuge Of The Unimaginative.
Education Is An Admirable Thing, But It Is Well To Remember From Time To Time That Nothing That Is Worth Knowing Can Be Taught.
Democracy Means Simply The Bludgeoning Of The People By The People For The People.
Now That The House Of Commons Is Trying To Become Useful, It Does A Great Deal Of Harm.
All Art Is Quite Useless.
As Long As War Is Regarded As Wicked, It Will Always Have Its Fascination. When It Is Looked Upon As Vulgar, It Will Cease To Be Popular.
One Should Always Play Fairly When One Has The Winning Cards.
In America The Young Are Always Ready To Give To Those Who Are Older Than Themselves The Full Benefits Of Their Inexperience.
I Have Never Given Adoration To Any Body Except Myself.
Writing Bores Me So.
While We Look To The Dramatist To Give Romance To Realism, We Ask Of The Actor To Give Realism To Romance.
London Is Too Full Of Fogs And Serious People. Whether The Fogs Produce The Serious People, Or Whether The Serious People Produce The Fogs, I Don't Know.
Literature Must Rest Always On A Principle, And Temporal Considerations Are No Principle At All. For, To The Poet, All Times And Places Are One; The Stuff He Deals With Is Eternal And Eternally The Same: No Theme Is Inept, No Past Or Present Preferable.
I Would Have A Workshop Attached To Every School, And One Hour A Day Given Up To The Teaching Of Simple Decorative Arts. It Would Be A Golden Hour To The Children.
Anybody Can Be Good In The Country. There Are No Temptations There.
In Judging Of A Beautiful Statue, The Aesthetic Faculty Is Absolutely And Completely Gratified By The Splendid Curves Of Those Marble Lips That Are Dumb To Our Complaint, The Noble Modelling Of Those Limbs That Are Powerless To Help Us.
'The Lady's World' Should Be Made The Recognized Organ For The Expression Of Women's Opinions On All Subjects Of Literature, Art And Modern Life, And Yet It Should Be A Magazine That Men Could Read With Pleasure.
Sometimes The Poor Are Praised For Being Thrifty. But To Recommend Thrift To The Poor Is Both Grotesque And Insulting. It Is Like Advising A Man Who Is Starving To Eat Less.
Biography Lends To Death A New Terror.
There Is Nothing So Difficult To Marry As A Large Nose.
The Moment You Think You Understand A Great Work Of Art, It's Dead For You.
It Is A Very Sad Thing That Nowadays There Is So Little Useless Information.
Those Whom The Gods Love Grow Young.
It Is Always The Unreadable That Occurs.
Man Is Least Himself When He Talks In His Own Person. Give Him A Mask, And He Will Tell You The Truth.
Death And Vulgarity Are The Only Two Facts In The Nineteenth Century That One Cannot Explain Away.
I See When Men Love Women. They Give Them But A Little Of Their Lives. But Women When They Love Give Everything.
How Can A Woman Be Expected To Be Happy With A Man Who Insists On Treating Her As If She Were A Perfectly Normal Human Being.