The basis of action is lack of imagination. It is the last resource of those who know not how to dream.

As for the virtuous poor, one can pity them, of course, but one cannot possibly admire them. They have made private terms with the enemy, and sold their birthright for very bad pottage. They must also be extraordinarily stupid.

I was dominated, soul, brain, and power by you. You became to me the visible incarnation of that unseen ideal whose memory haunts us artists like an exquisite dream.

But she is happiest alone. She is happiest alone.

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

If I am occasionally a little over-dressed, I make up for it by being always immensely over-educated.

He thinks like a Tory, and talks like a Radical, and that's so important nowadays.