How I like to be liked, and what I do to be liked!

We love to chew the cud of a foregone vision; to collect the scattered rays of a brighter phantasm, or act over again, with firmer nerves, the sadder nocturnal tragedies.

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.

Clap an extinguisher upon your irony if you are unhappily blessed with a vein of it.

I'd like to grow very old as slowly as possible.

I hate the man who eats without knowing what he’s eating. I doubt his taste in more important things.

I am Retired Leisure. I am to be met with in trim gardens. I am already come to be known by my vacant face and careless gesture, perambulating at no fixed pace nor with any settled purpose. I walk about; not to and from.