People who insist on telling their dreams are among the terrors of the breakfast table.
I was a modest, good-humoured boy. It is Oxford that has made me insufferable.
Fate weaves the darkness, which is perhaps why she weaves so badly.
To destroy is still the strongest instinct of our nature.
It distresses me, this failure to keep pace with the leaders of thought, as they pass into oblivion.
True dandyism is the result of an artistic temperament working upon a fine body within the wide limits of fashion.