And they that rule in England, in stately conclaves met, alas, alas for England they have no graves as yet.

Correctitude implies nowadays a formal or fastidious use of words; and what is wanted is not so much the correct as the living use of words. It is the memory of the meaning of a word which is the life of the word.

All slang is metaphor, and all metaphor is poetry.

Let us not decide what is good, but let it be considered good not to decide it.

It is true that there is a thing crudely called charity, which means charity to the deserving poor; but charity to the deserving is not charity at all, but justice. It is the undeserving who require it, and the ideal either does not exist at all, or exists wholly for them.

Do not be so open-minded that your brains fall out.

I tell you naught for your comfort, Yea, naught for your desire, Save that the sky grows darker yet And the sea rises higher.