During the three terrible hours that the play had lasted, he had lived centuries of pain, aeon upon aeon of torture.
As he looked back upon man moving through History, he was haunted by a feeling of loss. So much had been surrendered! and to such little purpose!...Hedonism... was to teach man to concentrate himself upon the moments of a life that is but itself a moment.
How pale the Princess is! Never have I seen her so pale. She is like the shadow of a white rose in a mirror of silver.
Our proverbs want rewriting. They were made in winter, and it is summer now; spring-time for me, I think, a very dance of blossoms in blue skies.
Life imitates art far more than art imitates Life.
I have never searched for happiness. Who wants happiness? I have searched for pleasure.