The real weakness of England lies, not in incomplete armaments or unfortified coasts, not in the poverty that creeps through sunless lanes, or the drunkenness that brawls in loathsome courts, but simply in the fact that her ideals are emotional and not intellectual.

The best work in literature is always done by those who do not depend on it for their daily bread and the highest form of literature, Poetry, brings no wealth to the singer.

The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame.

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

The well bred contradict other people. The wise contradict themselves.

I don't want to go to heaven. None of my friends are there.

After playing Chopin, I feel as if I had been weeping over sins that I had never committed and mourning over tragedies that were not my own.