All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.

Let me be surrounded by luxury, I can do without the necessities!

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.

The only way to get rid of tempation is to yeild to it.

The honest ratepayer and his healthy family have no doubt often mocked at the dome-like forehead of the philosopher, and laughed over the strange perspective of the landscape that lies beneath him. If they really knew who he was, they would tremble. For Chuang Tsǔ spent his life in preaching the great creed of Inaction, and in pointing out the uselessness of all things.

Oh! I don't think I would like to catch a sensible man. I shouldn't know what to talk to him about.

Hear no evil, speak no evil, and you won't be invited to cocktail parties.