I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable greyness, with nothing underfoot, with nothing around, without spectators, without clamour, without glory, without the great desire of victory, without the great fear of defeat, in a sickly atmostphere of tepid scepticism, without much belief in your own right, and still less in that of your adversary.

Imagination, not invention, is the supreme master of art as of life.

We live as we dream - alone.

The artist in his calling of interpreter creates because he must. He is so much of a voice that, for him, silence is like death

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.

To a teacher of languages there comes a time when the world is but a place of many words and man appears a mere talking animal not much more wonderful than a parrot.

The humblest craft that floats makes its appeal to a seaman by the faithfulness of her life.