It's tragic how few people ever 'possess their souls' before they die. 'Nothing is more rare in any man', says Emerson, 'than an act of his own.' It is quite true. Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their life is a mimicry, their passions a quotation.

I have a business appointment that I am anxious... to miss.

The youth of the present day are quite monstrous. They have absolutely no respect for dyed hair.

Ethics, like natural selection, make existence possible. Aesthetics, like sensual selection, make life lovely and wonderful, fill it with new forms, and give it progress, and variety and change.

Art, like Nature, has her monsters, things of bestial shape and with hideous voices.

I can believe anything provided it is quite incredible.

Before Turner there was no fog in London.