Emotions and Feelings

“I hate you, I hate you!” cried Madeline, a thing I didn’t know anyone ever said except in the second act of a musical comedy.

To Herbert Westbrook, without whose never-failing advice, help, and encouragement this book would have been finished in half the time.

We’re all of us sentenced to solitary

We’re all of us sentenced to solitary

I’m not living with you. We occupy the same cage.

I’m not living with you. We occupy the same cage.

I don’t want realism. I want magic!

They told me to take a streetcar named Desire, and transfer to one called Cemeteries, and ride six blocks and get off at—Elysian Fields!

The best part of married life is the fights. The rest is merely so-so.

Mr. Whistler always spelt art, and we believe still spells it, with a capital “I.”

[ Reply when asked to name the hundredbest books of all time :] I fear that would be impossible, because I have only written five.

Each time one loves is the only time that one has ever loved. Difference of object does not alter singleness of passion. It merely intensifies it.

We Irish are too poetical to be poets; we area nation of brilliant failures, but we are the greatest talkers since the Greeks.

I never put off till to-morrow what I can possibly do . . . the day after.

Prayer must never be answered: if it is, it ceases to be prayer, and becomes a correspondence.

[ To a customs official upon arriving in New York in 1882 :] I have nothing to declare but my genius.

[ Of George Bernard Shaw :] An excellent man; he has no enemies; and none of his friends like him.

It is indeed a burning shame that thereshould be one law for men and another law for women. . . . I think that there should be no law for anybody.

As for borrowing Mr. Whistler’s ideas about art, the only thoroughly original ideas I have ever heard him express have had reference to his own superiority as a painter over painters greater than himself.

This is one of the compliments that mediocrity pays to those who are not mediocre.

This is one of the compliments that mediocrity pays to those who are not mediocre.

Every American bride is taken there [Niagara Falls], and the sight of the stupendous waterfall must be one of the earliest, if not the keenest, disappointments in American married life.

Over the piano was printed a notice: Please do not shoot the pianist. He is doing his best.

Experience was of no ethical value. It was merely the name men gave to their mistakes.