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

A bad memory is the mother of invention.

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

The cliché is dead poetry. English, being the language of an imaginative race, abounds in clichés, so that English literature is always in danger of being poisoned by its own secretions.

Everyone is a bore to someone. That is unimportant. The thing to avoid is being a bore to oneself.

Poets and painters are outside the class system, or rather they constitute a special class of their own, like the circus people and the Gypsies.

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