I have never known anyone worth a damn who wasn't irascible.

Fit for kings, formal gardens afford an earthly Elysium and the odd impression that we mere men might actually control nature for a time.

A little light, like a rushlight / to lead back to splendour.

I guess the definition of a lunatic is a man surrounded by them.

The intellect is a very nice whirligig toy, but how people take it seriously is more than I can understand.

A man of genius has a right to any mode of expression.

The author's conviction on this day of New Year is that music begins to atrophy when it departs too far from the dance; that poetry begins to atrophy when it gets too far from music; but this must not be taken as implying that all good music is dance music or all poetry lyric. Bach and Mozart are never too far from physical movement.