The poet is the supreme artist, for he is the master of colour and of form, and the real musician besides, and is lord over all life and all arts.

The truth is rarely pure and never simple.

I suppose society is wonderfully delightful. To be in it is merely a bore. But to be out of it is simply a tragedy.

When people talk to us about others they are usually dull. When they talk to us about themselves they are nearly always interesting.

What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise for which we are later, in the fullness of time and understanding, very grateful for!

When the gods wish to punish us they answer our prayers.

For the canons of good society are, or should be, the same as the canons of art. Form is absolutely essential to it.