Against the ruin of the world, there is only one defense: the creative act.
Any talented decadent can make unreality believable. To make reality convincing is another matter, a matter for only the greatest masters.
Art is the reasoned derangement of the senses.
Bohemia is a commune in which the Revolution is over and everyone is a member of the aristocracy.
Man thrives where angels would die of ecstasy and where pigs would die of disgust.
Maturity is having the ability to escape categorization.
Perhaps this is what really happens in life to most good men. They are not crucified. They simply pass through life and then die, and their passing influences just a few people to make them just a little happy.
Poetry has ceased to be a public art and has become, as Whitehead said of religion, 'What man does with his aloneness.'
The mature man lives quietly, does good privately, takes responsibility for his actions, treats others with friendliness and courtesy, finds mischief boring and avoids it. Without the hidden conspiracy of goodwill, society would not endure an hour.
The meaning of life can be revealed but never explained.
There have always been those who, though they see tragedy as the outcome of freedom, will nevertheless judge that tragedy is not too high a price to pay.
Victorian society was homogeneous without being homogenized. It was, to paraphrase the epigram about Parliament, a society of extreme eccentrics who agreed so well that they could afford to differ.
When the newspapers have got nothing else to talk about, they cut loose on the young. The young are always news. If they are up to something, that's news. If they aren't, that's news too.
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