Nothing is good in moderation. You cannot know good in anything until you have torn the heart out of it by excess.

Give me the luxuries and I can dispense with the necessities.

Now and then it is a joy to have one's table red with wine and roses.

Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.

Oh, I don’t care about Jack. I don’t care for anybody in the whole world but you. I love you, Cecily. You will marry me, won’t you? You silly boy! Of course. Why, we have been engaged for the last three months. For the last three months?

The nineteenth century is a turning point in history, simply on account of the work of two men, Darwin and Renan, the one the critic of the Book of Nature, the other the critic of the books of God. Not to recognise this is to miss the meaning of one of the most important eras in the progress of the world.

We live in an age that reads too much to be wise, and that thinks too much to be beautiful.