If the announcer can produce the impression that he is a gentleman, he may pronounce as he pleases.

When we want to read of the deeds that are done for love, whither do we turn? To the murder column.

Great art is never produced for its own sake. It is too difficult to be worth the effort.

Without danger I cannot be great. That is how I pay for Abel's blood. Danger and fear follow my steps everywhere. Without them courage would have no sense. And it is courage, courage, courage that raises the blood of life to crimson splendor.

Very nice sort of place, Oxford, I should think, for people that like that sort of place.

No community has ever yet passed beyond the initial phases in which its pugnacity and fanaticism enabled it to found a nation, and its cupidity to establish and develop a commercial civilization.

It is clear that a novel cannot be too bad to be worth publishing. . . . It certainly is possible for a novel to be too good to be worth publishing.