What pursuit is more elegant than that of collecting the ignominies of our nature and transfixing them for show, each on the bright pin of a polished phrase?

The word snob belongs to the sour-grape vocabulary.

What pursuit is more elegant than that of collecting the ignominies of our nature and transfixing them for show, each on the bright pin of a polished phrase?

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.

A slight touch of friendly malice and amusement towards those we love keeps our affections for them from turning flat.

All our lives we are putting pennies — our most golden pennies — into penny-in-the-slot machines that are almost always empty.

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