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

We class schools into four grades: leading school, first-rate school, good school and school.

Don't hold your parents up to contempt. After all, you are their son, and it is just possible that you may take after them.

If one's object is ascetic, it is far better to stay in London or Paris or New York; there is practically no extreme of heat or cold, physical risk, loneliness, hunger or thirst that cannot, with a little ingenuity, be conveniently achieved in the centres of civilization.

We are American at puberty. We die French.

There are no poetic ideas; only poetic utterances.

In the dying world I come from, quotation is a national vice.