The young were always theoretical; only the middle-aged could realize the deadliness of principles.

I'm getting very old and my bones ache. My sins are deserting me, and if I could only have my time over again I'd take care to commit more of them.

The popular mind has grown so confused that it is no longer able to receive any statement of fact except as an expression of personal feeling.

Some people's blameless lives are to blame for a good deal.

Very dangerous things, theories.

The business of the artist is not to escape from his material medium or bully it, but to serve it; but to serve it, he must love it. If he does so, he will realise that in its service is perfect freedom.

all conscious thought is a process in time; so that to think consciously about Time is like trying to use a foot-rule to measure its own length.