It's never permitted to be surprised at the aberrations of born fools.

Don't pass it by - the immediate, the real, the ours, the yours, the novelist's that it waits for.

A swift carriage, of a dark night, rattling with four horses over roads that one can’t see--that’s my idea of happiness.

To criticize is to appreciate, to appropriate, to take intellectual possession, to establish in fine a relation with the criticized thing and to make it one's own.

..her smile, which was her pretty feature, was never so pretty as when her sprightly phrase had a scratch lurking in it.

He is outside of everything, and alien everywhere. He is an aesthetic solitary. His beautiful, light imagination is the wing that on the autumn evening just brushes the dusky window.

In museums and palaces we are alternate radicals and conservatives.