It has often been made a subject of reproach against artists and men of letters that they are lacking in wholeness and completeness of nature.
As a rule this must necessarily be so. That very concentration of vision and inversity of purpose which is the characteristic of the artistic temperament is in itself a mode of limitation. To those who are preoccupied with the beauty of form nothing else seems of so much importance.
The work of art is to dominate the spectator. The spectator is not to dominate the work of art.
One should sympathise with the joy, the beauty, the colour of life. The less said about life"s sores the better.
You can"t make people good by act of Parliament--that is something.
Art creates an incomparable and unique effect, and having done so pa.s.ses on to other things. Nature, on the other hand, forgetting that imitation can be made the sincerest form of insult, keeps on repeating the effect until we all become absolutely wearied of it.
It is perfectly monstrous the way people go about nowadays saying things against one behind one"s back that are absolutely and entirely true.
A true artist takes no notice whatever of the public. The public are to him non-existent.
One should never trust a woman who tells one her real age. A woman who would tell one that would tell one anything.
Nothing is so aggravating as calmness. There is something positively brutal about the good temper of most modern men. I wonder we women stand it as well as we do.
The truth is a thing I get rid of as soon as possible. Bad habit, by the way, makes one very unpopular at the club ... with the older members.
They call it being conceited. Perhaps it is.
My own business always bores me to death. I prefer other people"s.
Don"t be led astray into the paths of virtue--that is the worst of women. They always want one to be good. And if we are good, when they meet us they don"t love us at all. They like to find us quite irretrievably bad and to leave us quite unattractively good.
Men are such cowards. They outrage every law in the world and are afraid of the world"s tongue.
Wicked women bother one. Good women bore one. That is the only difference between them.
To know the principles of the highest art is to know the principles of all the arts.
I don"t believe in the existence of Puritan women. I don"t think there is a woman in the world who would not be a little flattered if one made love to her. It is that which makes women so irresistibly adorable.
When I am in trouble eating is the only thing that consoles me. Indeed, when I am in really great trouble, as anyone who knows me intimately will tell you, I refuse everything except food and drink.
When one is going to lead an entirely new life one requires regular and wholesome meals.
The soul is born old, but grows young. That is the comedy of life. The body is born young, and grows old. That is life"s tragedy.
One can survive everything nowadays except death, and live down anything except a good reputation.
The past is of no importance. The present is of no importance. It is with the future that we have to deal. For the past is what men should not have been. The present is what men ought not to be. The future is what artists are.
Men become old, but they never become good.
By persistently remaining single a man converts himself into a permanent public temptation. Men should be more careful; this very celibacy leads weaker vessels astray.
I think that in practical life there is something about success, actual success, that is a little unscrupulous, something about ambition that is scrupulous always.
Every man of ambition has to fight his century with its own weapons.
What this century worships is wealth. The G.o.d of this century is wealth.
To succeed one must have wealth. At all costs one must have wealth.
I love scandals about other people, but scandals about myself don"t interest me. They have not got the charm of novelty.
Moderation is a fatal thing. Enough is as bad as a meal. More than enough is as good as a feast.
The English can"t stand a man who is always saying he is in the right, but they are very fond of a man who admits he has been in the wrong. It is one of the best things in them.
Life is simply a "mauvais quart d"heure" made up of exquisite moments.
There is the same world for all of us, and good and evil, sin and innocence, go through it hand in hand. To shut one"s eyes to half of life that one may live securely is as though one blinded oneself that one might walk with more safety in a land of pit and precipice.
Married men are horribly tedious when they are good husbands and abominably conceited when they are not.
Between men and women there is no friendship possible. There is pa.s.sion, enmity, worship, love, but no friendship.
Everybody is clever nowadays. You can"t go anywhere without meeting clever people. This has become an absolute public nuisance.
I don"t think man has much capacity for development. He has got as far as he can, and that is not far, is it?
I am not quite sure that I quite know what pessimism really means. All I do know is that life cannot be understood without much charity, cannot be lived without much charity. It is love, and not German philosophy, that is the explanation of this world, whatever may be the explanation of the next.
I do not approve of anything that that tampers with natural arrogance.
Ignorance is like a delicate exotic fruit: touch it, and the blossom is gone.
The whole theory of modern education is radically unsound. Fortunately, in England, at any rate, education produces no effect whatsoever. If it did it would prove a serious danger to the upper cla.s.ses, and probably lead to acts of violence in Grosvenor Square.
No woman should ever be quite accurate about her age. It looks so calculating.
Emotion for the sake of emotion is the aim of art, and emotion for the sake of emotion is the aim of life and of that practical organisation of life that we call society.
Men of the n.o.blest possible moral character are extremely susceptible to the influence of the physical charms of others. Modern, no less than ancient, history supplies us with many most painful examples of what I refer to. If it were not so, indeed, history would be quite unreadable.
I am not in favour of long engagements. They give people the opportunity of finding out each other"s character before marriage, which I think is never advisable.
It is a terrible thing for a man to find out suddenly that all his life he has been speaking nothing but the truth.
The two weak points in our age are its want of principle and its want of profile.
Thirty-five is a very attractive age. London society is full of women who have of their own free choice remained thirty-five for years.
Never speak disrespectfully of society. Only people who can"t get into it do that.
It is always painful to part with people whom one has known for a very brief s.p.a.ce of time. The absence of old friends one can endure with equanimity. But even a momentary separation from anyone to whom one has just been introduced is almost unbearable.
To be natural is to be obvious, and to be obvious is to be inartistic.
One is tempted to define man as a rational animal who always loses his temper when he is called upon to act in accordance with the dictates of reason.