Having disciples is in the end like having children, only not with love but with self-love preeminent.

The thrust of ambition is, and always has been, great, but among the bright-eyed it had once a more adventurous and individualistic air, a much more bracing rivalry.

The trouble with our age is that it is all signpost and no destination.

One of the saddest things about conformity is the ghastly sort of non-conformity it breeds; the noisy protesting, the aggressive rebelliousness, the rigid counter-fetishism.

Individualism is rather like innocence: There must be something unconscious about it.

In art, there are tears that do often lie too deep for thoughts.

We might define an eccentric as a man who is a law unto himself, and a crank as one who, having determined what the law is, insists on laying it down to others.