The love of all-inclusiveness is as dangerous in philosophy as in art.

Real unselfishness consists in sharing the interests of others.

. . . until the curtain was rung down on the last act of the drama (and it might have no last act!) he wished the intellectual cripples and the moral hunchbacks not to be jeered at; perhaps they might turn out to be the heroes of the play.

We crave support in vanity, as we do in religion, and never forgive contradictions in that sphere.

Nothing is so irrevocable as mind.

Nothing is really so poor and melancholy as art that is interested in itself and not in its subject.

Habit is stronger than reason.