Our words have wings, but fly not where we would.

We have all our secret sins; and if we knew ourselves we should not judge each other harshly.

Art is the nearest thing to life; it is a mode of amplifying experience and extending our contact with our fellow men beyond the bounds of our personal lot.

One couldn't carry on life comfortably without a little blindness to the fact that everything has been said better than we can put it ourselves.

It's easy finding reasons why other folks should be patient.

It is well known to all experienced minds that our firmest convictions are often dependent on subtle impressions for which words are quite too coarse a medium.

It is always your heaviest bore who is astonished at the tameness of modern celebrities: naturally; for a little of his company has reduced them to a state of flaccid fatigue.