Style Is A Magic Wand, And Turns

I Can't Forgive My Friends For Dying; I Don't Find These Vanishing Acts Of Theirs At All Amusing.

What Humbugs We Are, Who Pretend To Live For Beauty, And Never See The Dawn!

The Vitality Of A New Movement In Art Must Be Gauged By The Fury It Arouses.

Give Me A Bed And A Book And I Am Happy.

What Pursuit Is More Elegant Than That Of Collecting The Ignominies Of Our Nature And Transfixing Them For Show, Each On The Bright Pin Of A Polished Phrase?