There are no poetic ideas; only poetic utterances.

If a thing's worth doing at all, it's worth doing well.

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

How ungenerously in later life we disclaim the virtuous moods of our youth, living in retrospect long, summer days of unreflecting dissipation.

When we argue for our limitations, we get to keep them.

I don't believe that people would ever fall in love or want to be married if they hadn't been told about it. It's like abroad: no one would want to go there if they hadn't been told it existed.

No one is ever holy without suffering.