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. The moment one sits down to think, one becomes all nose, or all forehead, or something horrid. Look at the successful men in any of the learned professions. How perfectly hideous they are! Except, of course, in the Church. But then in the Church they don't think.

Imagination is imitative-the real innovation lies in criticism.

If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.

Dammit Sir, it's your duty to get married. You can't always be living for pleasure!

He is really not so ugly after all, provided, of course, that one shuts one's eyes, and does not look at him.

Personality must be accepted for what it is. You mustn't mind that a poet is a drunk, rather that drunks are not always poets.

Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love: it is the faithless who know love's tragedies.