But beauty, real beauty, ends where an intellectual expression begins. Intellect is in itself a mode of exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face.

Only good questions deserve good answers.

The English public always feels perfectly at ease when a mediocrity is talking to it.

I hate vulgar realism in literature. The man who would call a spade a spade should be compelled to use one.

Nowadays to be intelligible is to be found out.

Nowadays, all the married men live like bachelors, and all the bachelors like married men.

You love the beauty that you can see and touch and handle, the beauty that you can destroy, and do destroy, but of the unseen beauty of life, of the unseen beauty of a higher life, you know nothing.