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

We cherish our friends not for their ability to amuse us, but for ours to amuse them...

I [had] added another small piece to the pages of the atlas that were real to me.

...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?

Professional reviewers read so many bad books in the course of duty that they get an unhealthy craving for arresting phrases.

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

Of children as of procreation -- the pleasure momentary, the posture ridiculous, the expense damnable