“Talking to him was like playing upon an exquisite violin.”

“When they entered they found, hanging upon the wall, a splendid portrait of their master as they had last seen him, in all the wonder of his exquisite youth and beauty. Lying on the floor was a dead man, in evening dress, with a knife in his heart. He was withered, wrinkled, and loathsome of visage. It was not till they had examined the rings that they recognised who it was.”

“If one plays good music, people don't listen, and if one plays bad music people don't talk.”

“You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream.”

“She...can talk brillantly upon any subject provided she knows nothing about it.”

“Oh! I don't think I would like to catch a sensible man. I shouldn't know what to talk to him about.”

“I was dominated, soul, brain, and power by you. You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream.”