The notion of making money by popular work, and then retiring to do good work, is the most familiar of all the devil's traps for artists.

The lusts and greeds of the body scandalize the Soul; but it has to come to heel.

The word snob belongs to the sour-grape vocabulary.

How awful to reflect that what people say of us is true!

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.

This nice and subtle happiness of reading, this joy not chilled by age, this polite and unpunished vice, this selfish, serene life-long intoxication.

People say that life is the thing, but I prefer reading.