We do not go to the theatre like our ancestors, to escape from the pressure of reality, so much as to confirm our experience of it.
It is good to love the unknown.
The vices of some men are magnificent.
When I am not walking, I am reading. I cannot sit and think.
Farewell, farewell to thee, Araby's daughter! Thus warbled a Peri beneath the dark sea.
A book reads the better which is our own, and has been so long known to us, that we know the topography of its blots, and dog's ears, and can trace the dirt in it to having read it at tea with buttered muffins.