All problems are finally scientific problems.

If you leave your art, the world will beat you back to it. The world has not an ambition worth sharing, or a prize worth handling.

Man is the only animal which esteems itself rich in proportion to the number and voracity of its parasites.

I knew if I waited around long enough something like this would happen.

They tell me that So-and-So, who does not write prefaces, is no charlatan. Well, I am. I first caught the ear of the British public on a cart in Hyde Park, to the blaring of brass bands,and this . . . because . . . I am a natural-born mountebank.

A tranquil woman can go on sewing longer than an angry man can go on fuming.

I do not know what I think until I write it.