Occupation: Novelist Birth: November 3, 1867 Death: August 13, 1906
To die for one's great ideas is glorious - and easy. The horror is to outlive them. That is our worst capability..
An artist is a person who thinks more than there is to think, feels more than there is to feel, and sees more than there is to see..
Why should we refuse the happiness this hour gives us, because some other hour might take it away?.
In life there are no Unities, but three Incomprehensibles: Destiny, Man, and Woman..
To love is to know the sacrifices which eternity exacts from life..
Conscience is the name which the orthodox give to their prejudices..
There never was a woman so ill-suited to public life as I am. I have had to whip myself, as it were, into society, and the loneliness of it all has b….
What is beautiful is right: what is unbeautiful is wrong..
Men heap together the mistakes of their lives, and create a monster they call Destiny..