I have a good mind not to take Aloysius to Venice. I don't want him to meet a lot of horrid Italian bears and pick up bad habits.

I know very few young people, but it seems to me that they are all possessed with an almost fatal hunger for permanence.

I had been there before; I knew all about it.

Manners are especially the need of the plain. The pretty can get away with anything.

There's only one great evil in the world today. Despair.

Beerbohm was a genius of the purest kind. He stands at the summit of his art.

I felt that I was leaving part of myself behind, and that wherever I went afterwards I should feel the lack of it, and search for it hopelessly, as ghosts are said to do, frequenting the spots where they buried material treasures without which they cannot pay their way to the nether world.