The artist is a member of the leisured classes who cannot pay for his leisure.
No one over thirty-five is worth meeting who has not something to teach us, something more than we could learn for ourselves, from a book.
As repressed sadists are supposed to become policemen or butchers so those with an irrational fear of life become publishers.
Everything is a dangerous drug except reality which is unendurable.
No taste is so acquired as that for someone else's quality of mind.
The civilized are those who get more out of life than the uncivilized, and for this we are not likely to be forgiven.