Truth Is A Rough, Honest, Helter-skelter Terrier

Love Is Cruel As The Grave.

Nature I Believe In. True Art Aims To, Represent Men And Women, Not As My Little Self Would Have Them, But As They Appear. My Heroes And Heroines I Want Not Extreme Types, All Good Or All Bad; But Human, Mortal--partly Good, Partly Bad. Realism I Need. Pure Mental Abstractions Have No Significance For Me.

Excess Always Carries Its Own Retribution.

Friendship Is Such An Elastic Word. There Never Was An Age When It Stood For So Many Things In Private, And Was Yet So Absolutely Non-existent In Fact.

Intensely Selfish People Are Always Very Decided As To What They Wish. They Do Not Waste Their Energies In Considering The Good Of Others.