Vulgarity is the garlic in the salad of charm.

Hate is the consequence of fear; we fear something before we hate; a child who fears noises becomes the man who hates them.

The disasters of the world are due to its inhabitants not being able to grow old simultaneously. There is always a raw and intolerant nation eager to destroy the tolerant and mellow.

The civilized are those who get more out of life than the uncivilized, and for this we are not likely to be forgiven.

Sheep with a nasty side.

The true work of art is the one which the seventh wave of genius throws up the beach where the undertow of time cannot drag it back.

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