Nowadays all the married men live like bachelors, and all the bachelors like married men.

The wind had blown the fog away, and the sky was like a monstrous peacock's tail, starred with myriads of golden eyes.

Art had no moral responsibility. Art, he argued, should strive only to be a beautiful object entirely separate from its creator.

I left her in the forest of Arden; I shall find her in an orchard in Verona.

Out of the black cave of time, terrible and swathed in scarlet, rose the image of his sin.

He gives me good advice. People are very fond of giving away what they need most themselves.

She laughed again. Her teeth showed like white seeds in a scarlet fruit.

You always want to know what one has been doing. I always want to forget what I have been doing.

I want to place her on a pedestal of gold, and to see the world worship the woman who is mine.