People are either born hosts or born guests.
The critic who justly admires all kinds of things simultaneously cannot love any one of them.
The delicate balance between modesty and conceit is popularity.
"After all," as a pretty girl once said to me, "women are a sex by themselves, so to speak."
I was a modest, good-humoured boy. It is Oxford that has made me insufferable.
Not philosophy, after all, not humanity, just sheer joyous power of song, is the primal thing in poetry.