Of all ghosts, the ghosts of our old loves are the worst. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes
The artist, like the God of creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails. A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Art never expresses anything but itself. The Decay of Lying
Even the finest sword plunged into salt water will eventually rust. The Art Of War
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