Not philosophy, after all, not humanity, just sheer joyous power of song, is the primal thing in poetry.

It seems to be a law of nature that no man, unless he has some obvious physical deformity, ever is loth to sit for his portrait.

Admiration involves a glorious obliquity of vision.

Every one, even the richest and most munificent of men, pays much by cheque more light-heartedly than he pays little in specie.

I may be old fashioned, but I am right.

Good sense about trivialities is better than nonsense about things that matter.

The delicate balance between modesty and conceit is popularity.