My experience is that as soon as people are old enough to know better, they don't know anything at all.

If only the picture could grow old, and I stay young. For that...for that, I would give my SOUL for that.

The gods bestowed on Max [Beerbohm] the gift of perpetual old age.

The way of paradoxes is the way of truth. To test Reality we must see it on the tight-rope.

What art seeks to disturb is monotony of type, slavery of custom, tyranny of habit, and the reduction of man to the level of a machine.

In the old days men had the rack. Now they have the Press.

Quotation is a serviceable substitute for wit.