The main facts in human life are five: birth, food, sleep, love and death.

I never could get on with representative individuals but people who existed on their own account and with whom it might therefore be possible to be friends.

How few writers can prostitute all their powers!

But why I cry out against Rubens is because he painted undressed people instead of naked ones.

There lies at the back of every creed something terrible and hard for which the worshipper may one day be required to suffer.

At times our need for a sympathetic gesture is so great that we care not what exactly it signifies or how much we may have to pay for it afterwards.

I cannot help thinking that there is something to admire in everyone, even if you do not approve of them.