Green leaves on a dead tree is our epitaph-green leaves, dear reader, on a dead tree.

Marriage is the permanent conversation between two people who talk over everything and everyone until death breaks the record.

Only by avoiding the beginning of things can we escape their end.

An aesthetic movement with a revolutionary dynamism and no popular appeal should proceed quite otherwise than by public scandal, publicity stunt, noisy expulsion and excommunication.

The secret of success is to be in harmony with existence, to be always calm to let each wave of life wash us a little farther up the shore.

It is significant comment on the victory of science over magic that were someone to say ‘if I put this pill in your beer it will explode,’ we might believe them; but were they to cry ‘if I pronounce this spell over your beer it will go flat,’ we should remain incredulous and Paracelsus, the Alchemists, Aleister Crowley and all the Magi have lived in vain. Yet when I read science I turn magical; when I study magic, scientific.

The greatest problem with women is how to contrive that they should seem our equals