There are people whose society I find delicious; but when I sit alone and think of them I shudder.

The test of enjoyment is the remembrance which it leaves behind.

To become young again would seem to me an appalling prospect. Youth is a kind of delirium, which can be cured, if it is ever cured at all, by years of painful treatment.

Self-respecting people do not care to peep at their reflections in unexpected mirrors, or to see themselves as others see them.

But why wasn't I born, alas, in an age of Adjectives; why can one no longer write of silver-shedding Tears and moon-tailed Peacocks, of eloquent Death, of the Negro and star-enameled Night?

Growing old is not a gradual decline, but a series of drops, full of sorrow, from one ledge to another below it.

All reformers, however strict their social conscience, live in houses just as big as they can pay for.