If you are losing your leisure, look out! You are losing your soul.

Hearts that are delicate and kind and tongues that are neither - these make the finest company in the world.

The vitality of a new movement in Art must be gauged by the fury it arouses.

For souls in growth, great quarrels are great emancipations.

Those who talk on the razor-edge of double-meanings pluck the rarest blooms from the precipice on either side.

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

How it infuriates a bigot, when he is forced to drag out his dark convictions!