The reason why Matthew Arnold, to my feeling, fails entirely as a poet (though no doubt his ideas were good - at least, I am told they were) is that he had no sense of touch whatsoever. Nothing made any impression on his skin. He could feel neither the shape nor the texture of a poem with his hands.

I wish the government would put a tax on pianos for the incompetent.

I am one of those unhappy persons who inspire bores to the greatest flights of art.

I have often wished I had time to cultivate modesty... but I am too busy thinking about myself.

I'm dying, but otherwise I'm in very good health.

One's own surroundings means so much to one, when one is feeling miserable.

If one is a greyhound, why try to look like a Pekingese?