Every author, however modest, keeps a most outrageous vanity chained like a madman in the padded cell of his breast.

Charming people live up to the very edge of their charm, and behave as outrageously as the world will let them.

When they come downstairs from their Ivory Towers, idealists are very apt to walk straight into the gutter.

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

Fine writers should split hairs together, and sit side by side, like friendly apes, to pick the fleas from each others fur.

What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for beauty, and never see the dawn!

The denunciation of the young is a necessary part of the hygiene of older people, and greatly assists the circulation of the blood.