Men of genius are not quick judges of character. Deep thinking and high imagining blunt that trivial instinct by which you and I size people up.

Of course we all know that Morris was a wonderful all-round man, but the act of walking round him has always tired me.

It is a fact that not once in all my life have I gone out for a walk. I have been taken out for walks; but that is another matter.

Have you noticed ... there is never any third act in a nightmare? They bring you to a climax of terror and then leave you there. They are the work of poor dramatists.

Every kind of writing is hypocritical.

To destroy is still the strongest instinct of our nature.

The Non-Conformist Conscience makes cowards of us all.