Портрет г-на У. Х.

It is always a silly thing to give advice, but to give good advice is absolutely fatal.

No man dies for what he knows to be true. Men die for what they want to be true, for what some terror in their hearts tells them is not true.

Art, even the art of fullest scope and widest vision, can never really show us the external world. All that it shows us is our own soul, the one world of which we have any real cognizance.

It is Art, and Art only, that reveals us to ourselves.

Умереть за веру - самое худшее, что можно сделать со своей жизнью.

How curiously it had all been revealed to me! A book of sonnets, published nearly three hundred years ago, written by a dead hand and in honour of a dead youth, had suddenly explained to me the whole story of my soul's romance.

All charming people, I fancy, are spoiled. It is the secret of their attraction.

Вера не становится истиной только потому, что кто-то из-за неё умирает.

The great events of life often leave one unmoved; they pass out of consciousness, and, when one thinks of them, become unreal.

Even the scarlet flowers of passion seem to grow in the same meadow as the poppies of oblivion. We reject the burden of their memory, and have anodynes against them. But the little. things, the things of no moment, remain with us. In some tiny ivory cell the brain stores the most delicate, and the most fleeting impressions.

Давать советы, знаешь ли, вообще глупо, разумные же советы - просто губительно.

Искусство является, до известной степени, действием - стремлением достичь самовыражения в некой области воображаемого, свободной от досадных помех и ограничений реальной жизни.

Давать советы, знаешь ли, вообще глупо, разумные же советы - просто губительно. Надеюсь, ты не совершишь подобной ошибки.