Do not talk to me of Archimedes' lever. He was an absent-minded person with a mathematical imagination. Mathematics commands my respect, but I have no use for engines. Give me the right word and the right accent and I will move the world.

Kisses are the remnants of paradise.

Criticism, that fine flower of personal expression in the garden of letters.

But it is like a running blaze on a plain, like a flash of lightning in the clouds. We live in the flicker - may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling!

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.

When one has got to make correct entries, one comes to hate those savages--hate them to the death.

She feared the unknown as we all do, and her ignorance made the unknown infinitely vast.