The art of living. The only really Fine Art we have produced in modern times.

When I like people immensely I never tell their names to anyone. It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvellous to us

the costume of the nineteenth century is detestable. It is so sombre, so depressing. Sin is the only real colour-element left in modern life.

To elope is cowardly; it is running away from danger; and danger has become so rare in modern life.