Life is a foreign language; all men mispronounce it.

All cities are mad: but the madness is gallant. All cities are beautiful: but the beauty is grim.

The bicycle, the bicycle surely, should always be the vehicle of novelists and poets.

Be prepared for truth at all hours and in the most fantastic disguises. This is the only safety.

The courage of the poet is to keep ajar the door that leads into madness.

Mr. Gilbert had the earnest mania for self-improvement which has blighted the lives of so many young men.

Perhaps this is an age when men think bravely of the human spirit; for surely they have a strange lust to lay it bare.