Is insincerity such a terrible thing? I think not. It is merely a method by which we can multiply our personalities.

There is nothing in the world like the devotion of a married woman. It is a thing no married man knows anything about.

The Americans are certainly hero-worshipers, and always take their heroes from the criminal classes.

Requiescat Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow. All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair Fallen to dust. Lily-like, white as snow, She hardly knew She was a woman, so Sweetly she grew. Coffin-board, heavy stone, Lie on her breast, I vex my heart alone She is at rest. Peace, Peace, she cannot hear Lyre or sonnet, All my life’s buried here, Heap earth upon it.

The only proper intoxication is conversation.

If you cannot write well, you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, others will do your thinking for you.

Art, like Nature, has her monsters, things of bestial shape and with hideous voices.