Music is the art which is most nigh to tears and memories.
Do you really keep a diary? I’d give anything to look at it. May I? Oh, no. You see, it is simply a very young girl’s record of her own thoughts and impressions, and consequently meant for publication. When it appears in volume form I hope you will order a copy.
To be good, according to the vulgar standard of goodness, is obviously quite easy. It merely requires a certain amount of sordid terror, a certain lack of imaginative thought, and a certain low passion for middle-class respectability.
Love is not fashionable anymore; the poets have killed it.
Caricature is the tribute which mediocrity pays to genius.
To get back one’s youth one has merely to repeat one’s follies.
If the Socialism is Authoritarian; if there are Governments armed with economic power as they are now with political power; if, in a word, we are to have Industrial Tyrannies, then the last state of man will be worse than the first.
Long engagements give people the opportunity of finding out each other’s character before marriage, which is never advisable.
Well, I don’t like your clothes. You look perfectly ridiculous in them. Why on earth don’t you go up and change? It’s perfectly childish to be in mourning for a man who is actually staying a whole week with you in your house as a guest. I call it grotesque.
Love is easily killed.
Her trust makes me faithful, her belief makes me good.
Now produce your explanation and pray make it improbable.
I am a born antinomian. I am one of those who are made for exceptions, not for laws. But while I see that there is nothing wrong in what one does, I see that there is something wrong in what one becomes.
I am not at all cynical, I have merely got experience, which, however, is very much the same thing.
Down the long and silent street, The dawn, with silver-sandaled feet, Crept like a frightened girl.
And the marvellous rose became crimson, like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby was the heart.
The terror of society, which is the basis of morals, the terror of God, which is the secret of religion-these are the two things that govern us.
Civilization is not by means an easy thing to attain to. There are only two ways by which man can reach it. One is by being cultured, the other by being corrupt.
What a silly thing love is! It is not half as useful as logic, for it does not prove anything and it is always telling one things that are not going to happen, and making one believe things that are not true.
Create yourself. Be yourself your poem.