Absolute catholicity of taste is not without its dangers. It is only an auctioneer who should admire all schools of art.

I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.

I do not approve of anything which tampers with natural ignorance

After the first glass, you see things as you wish they were. After the second, you see things as they are not. Finally, you see things as they really are, and that is the most horrible thing in the world.

The Bostonians take their learning too sadly: culture with them is an accomplishment rather than an atmosphere; their "Hub," as they call it, is the paradise of prigs.

Everything in moderation, including moderation.

Dullness is the coming of age of seriousness.