Sometimes it takes all my resolution and power of self-control to refrain from butting my head against the wall. I want to howl and foam at the mouth but I daren't.

All creative art is magic, is evocation of the unseen in forms persuasive, enlightening, familiar and surprising.

It's only those who do nothing that make no mistakes, I suppose.

There are men here and there to whom the whole of life is like an after-dinner hour with a cigar; easy, pleasant, empty, perhaps enlivened by some fable of strife to be forgotten - before the end is told - even if there happens to be any end to it.

As in political so in literary action a man wins friends for himself mostly by the passion of his prejudices and the consistent narrowness of his outlook.

Vanity plays lurid tricks with our memory, and the truth of every passion wants some pretence to make it live.

Words, as is well known, are the great foes of reality.