āWriting bores me so.ā
āTell the cook of this restaurant with my compliments that these are the very worst sandwiches in the whole world, and that, when I ask for a watercress sandwich, I do not mean a loaf with a field in the middle of it.ā
āAnd certainly once a man begins to neglect his domestic duties he becomes painfully effeminate, does he not? And I don't like that. It makes men so very attractive.ā
āI see the moon like a clipped piece of silver. Like gilded bees the stars cluster round her.ā
āWhat seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguiseā
āAnd suddenly the moon withdraws her sickle from the lightening skies, and to her sombre cavern flies, wrapped in a veil of yellow gauze.ā
āThe True Artist has the planet for his pedestal; the adventurer, after years of strife, has nothing broader than his shoes.ā
āAn artist spends himself like the crayon in his hand, till he is all gone.ā
āWhat portion in the world can the artist have, Who has awakened from the common dream, But dissipation and despair?ā