God is a sort of burglar. As a young man you knock him down; as an old man you try to conciliate him, because he may knock you down.
Herbert Beerbohm TreeA whipper-snapper of criticism who quoted dead languages to hide his ignorance of life.
Herbert Beerbohm TreeShe kissed her way into society. I don't like her. But don't misunderstand me: my dislike is purely platonic.
Herbert Beerbohm TreeWhen I pass my name in such large letters I blush, but at the same time instinctively raise my hat.
Herbert Beerbohm Tree