I Don't Want People To Love Me.

Talent Is Like A Faucet, While It Is Open, One Must Write.

Life Is Very Nice, But It Has No Shape. The Object Of Art Is Actually To Give It Some And To Do It By Every Artifice Possible-truer Than The Truth.

My Wife Was An Opera Singer, You Know. She Bellowed Her Way Through Wagner As A Valkyrie. I Married Her And Made Her Give Up The Theatre, To My Eternal Cost. She Was To Go On Acting For Myself Alone. A Performance At His Own Expense, Lasting For More Than Twenty Years, Tends To Wear Out Your Spectator.

I Like Reality. It Tastes Like Bread.

All Children Are Sweet At Five. But At Twelve They Begin To Get Silly.