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

Truth and Beauty (perhaps Keats was wrong in identifying them: perhaps they have the relation of Wit and Humour, or Rain and Rainbow) are of interest only to hungry people. There are several kinds of hunger. If Socrates, Spinoza, and Santayana had had free access to a midnight icebox we would never have heard of them. Shall I be ashamed of my little mewing truths?... I ask to be forgiven: they are such tiny ones.

Animal crackers, and cocoa to drink That is the finest of suppers, I think When I'm grown up and can have what I please, I think I shall always insist upon these.

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

Poetry comes with anger, hunger and dismay; it does not often visit groups of citizens sitting down to be literary together, and would appal them if it did.

How womanly it is to ask the unanswerable at the moment impossible.

High heels were invented by a woman who had been kissed on the forehead.