Prism! Where is that baby?

Bore: a man who is never unintentionally rude.

And when wind and winter harden All the loveless land, It will whisper of the garden, You will understand.

One must have some sort of occupation nowadays. If I hadn't my debts I shouldn't have anything to think about.

Absolute catholicity of taste is not without its dangers. It is only an auctioneer who should admire all schools of art.

No publisher should ever express an opinion on the value of what he publishes. That is a matter entirely for the literary critic to decide. I can quite understand how any ordinary critic would be strongly prejudiced against a work that was accompanied by a premature and unnecessary panegyric from the publisher. A publisher is simply a useful middle-man. It is not for him to anticipate the verdict of criticism.

People say sometimes that Beauty is superficial. That may be so. But at least it is not so superficial as Thought is. To me, Beauty is the wonder of wonders. It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances. The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.