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

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.

The word snob belongs to the sour-grape vocabulary.

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

How many of our daydreams would darken into nightmares if there seemed any danger of their coming true!

What I like in a good author is not what he says but what he whispers.

An echo of music, a face in the street, the wafer of the new moon, a wanton thought - only in the iridescence of things the vagabond soul is happy.