It is easier to confess a defect than to claim a quality.

When hospitality becomes an art it loses its very soul.

Anything that is worth doing has been done frequently. Things hitherto undone should be given, I suspect, a wide berth.

There is in the human race some dark spirit of recalcitrance, always pulling us in the direction contrary to that in which we are reasonably expected to go.

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

I have known no man of genius who had not to pay, in some affliction or defect, either physical or spiritual, for what the gods had given him.

People are either born hosts or born guests.