A true artist will let his wife starve, his children go barefoot, his mother drudge for his living at seventy, sooner than work at anything but his art.

Give women the vote, and in five years there will be a crushing tax on bachelors.

He knows nothing and thinks he knows everything. That points clearly to a political career.

A succession of eye-openers each involving the repudiation of some previously held belief.

First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.

You can lose a man like that by your own death, but not by his.

There is nothing on earth more exquisite than a bonny book, with well-placed columns of rich black writing in beautiful borders, and illuminated pictures cunningly inset. But nowadays, instead of looking at books, people read them. A book might as well be one of those orders for bacon and bran.