I have no longer a spark of social enthusiasm.

Art is all I now care for, and as art I wish my work to be judged." "One would have thought," said Julian, "that increased knowledge of these fearful things would have had just the opposite effect." "Yes," exclaimed the other, with the smile which always prefaced some piece of self-dissection, "and so it would in the case of a man born to be a radical.

I often amuse myself with taking to pieces my former self.

I was not a conscious hypocrite in those days of violent radicalism, working-man's-club lecturing, and the like; the fault was that I understood myself as yet so imperfectly.

That zeal on behalf of the suffering masses was nothing more nor less than disguised zeal on behalf of my own starved passions.