But she is happiest alone. She is happiest alone.
The English country-gentleman galloping after a fox — the unspeakable in full pursuit of the uneatable.
every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself.
Most people are other people.
The man who sees both sides of a question is a man who sees absolutely nothing at all.
Pleasure is Nature's test, her sign of approval.