| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| dc2ceef | All art is a form of artifice.For in art there can be no prejudices. | Arthur Symons | ||
| c326b27 | My soul is like this cloudy, flaming opal ring. | Arthur Symons | ||
| 56d0b7d | Here in a little lonely roomAnd the planets come to me. | Arthur Symons | ||
| 58e6cf4 | I have laid sorrow to sleep;Now weeps. | Arthur Symons | ||
| 298140e | Without charm there can be no fine literature, as there can be no perfect flower without fragrance. | Arthur Symons | ||
| 66c0f2e | The mystic too full of God to speak intelligibly to the world. | Arthur Symons |