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.

When hospitality becomes an art it loses its very soul.

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.

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

History does not repeat itself. The historians repeat one another.

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.

The past is a work of art, free of irrelevancies and loose ends.