my credo is very short. Its first article is art - and its second is art - and its third is art!

Nothing ought to be told, I think that does not interest or kindle one's own mind in looking back; it is the only condition on which one can hope to interest or kindle other minds.

I loved nearly all my teachers; but it was not till I went home to live at Oxford, in 1867, that I awoke intellectually to a hundred interests and influences that begin much earlier nowadays to affect any clever child.

Is there any other slavery and chain like that of temperament?

Every man is bound to leave a story better than he found it.

We enjoy the great prophets of literature most when we have not yet lived enough to realize all they tell us.

The only thing which can keep journalism alive - journalism, which is born of the moment, serves the moment, and, as a rule, dies with the moment - is - again the Stevensonian secret! - charm.