I dislike modern memoirs. They are generally written by people who have either entirely lost their memories, or have never done anything worth remembering.

Mothers, of course, are all right. They pay a chap's bills and don't bother him. But fathers bother a chap and never pay his bills.

Clergymen and people who use phrases without wisdom sometimes talk of suffering as a mystery. It is really a revelation.

As for borrowing Mr. Whistler's ideas about art, the only thoroughly original ideas I have heard him express have had reference to his own superiority as a painter over painters greater than himself.

When a golden girl can win Prayer from out the lips of sin, When the barren almond bears, And a little child gives away its tears, Then shall all the house be still And peace come to Canterville.

One's past is what one is. It is the only way by which people should be judged.

How marriage ruins a man! It is as demoralizing as cigarettes, and far more expensive.