I usually say what I really think. A great mistake nowadays. It makes one so liable to be misunderstood.

The only link between Literature and the Drama left to us in England at the present moment is the bill of the play.

It is a sad thing to think of, but there is no doubt that genius lasts longer than beauty. That accounts for the fact that we all take such pains to over-educate ourselves. In the wild struggle for existence, we want to have something that endures, and so we fill our minds with rubbish and facts, in the silly hope of keeping our place. The thoroughly well-informed man--that is the modern ideal. And the mind of the thoroughly well-informed man is a dreadful thing. It is like a bric-a-brac shop, all monsters and dust, with everything priced above its proper value.

Don't use big words. They mean so little.

Now, nothing should be able to harm a man except himself. Nothing should be able to rob a man at all. What a man really has, is what is in him. What is outside of him should be a matter of no importance.

I don't at all like knowing what people say of me behind my back. It makes me far too conceited.

Every great man nowadays has his disciples, and it is usually Judas who writes the biography.