A true friend stabs you in the front.

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The girl laughed again. The joy of a caged bird was in her voice.

The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it. Resist it, and your soul grows sick with longing for the things it has forbidden to itself.

It often happens that the real tragedies of life occur in such an inartistic manner that they hurt us by their crude violence, their absolute incoherence, their absurd want of meaning, their entire lack of style.

The truth is rarely pure and never simple.

I know he likes me. Of course I flatter him dreadfully. I find a strange pleasure in saying things to him that I know I shall be sorry for having said.

Prosperity, pleasure and success, may be rough of grain and common in fibre, but sorrow is the most sensitive of all created things.

When critics disagree, the artist is in accord with himself. We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely. All art is quite useless.

There is something in that name that seems to inspire absolute confidence. I pity any poor woman whose husband is not called Ernest.

I would not give! I would give my soul.

What art seeks to disturb is monotony of type, slavery of custom, tyranny of habit, and the reduction of man to the level of a machine.

Man is many things, but he is not rational.

Everyone is worthy of love, except him who thinks that he is. Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling.

Yet, as has been said of him before, no theory of life seemed to him to be of any importance compared with life itself. He felt keenly conscious of how barren all intellectual speculation is when separated from action and experiment. He knew that the senses, no less than the soul, have their spiritual mysteries to reveal.

But I don't want money. It is only people who pay their bills who want that, Uncle George, and I never pay mine.