Appearance blinds, whereas words reveal.

I treated Art as the supreme reality and life as a mere mode of fiction.

I like hearing myself talk. It is one of my greatest pleasures. I often have long conversations all by myself, and I am so clever that sometimes I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.

I don't like compliments and I don't see why a man should think he is pleasing a woman enormously when he says to her a whole heap of things that he doesn't mean.

Actions are the first tragedy in life, words are the second. Words are perhaps the worst. Words are merciless. . .

Was there anything so real as words?