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

I haven't been to sleep for over a year. That's why I go to bed early. One needs more rest if one doesn't sleep.

Soon someone would say the fatal words, "Well, I think it’s time for me to go to bed.

One has to regard a man as a Master who can produce on average three uniquely brilliant and entirely original similes to every page.

...she had regained what I thought she had lost forever, the magical sadness which had drawn me to her, the thwarted look that had seemed to say, "Surely I was made for some other purpose than this?

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.

It is a curious thing... that every creed promises a paradise which will be absolutely uninhabitable for anyone of civilized taste.