One Real World Is Enough.

I Feel So Much The Continual Death Of Everything And Everybody, And Have So Learned To Reconcile Myself To It, That The Final And Official End Loses Most Of Its Impressiveness.

The Loneliest Woman In The World Is A Woman Without A Close Woman Friend.

Art Is The Response To The Demand For Entertainment, For The Stimulation Of Our Senses And Imagination, And Truth Enters Into It Only As It Subserves These Ends.

Nothing So Much Enhances A Good As To Make Sacrifices For It.

Sanctity And Genius Are As Rebellious As Vice.