Middle age snuffs out more talent than even wars or sudden death.

The only test of work of literature is that it shall please other ages than its own.

The cliche is dead poetry.

We confess our bad qualities to others out of fear of appearing naive or ridiculous by not being aware of them.

We are closer to the ants than to the butterflies. Very few people can endure much leisure.

Do not believe those persons who say they have never been jealous. What they mean is that they have never been in love.

When I write a page that reads badly I know that it is myself who has written it. When it reads well it has come through from somewhere else.