In spite of the roaring of the young lions at the Union, and the screaming of the rabbits in the home of the vivisect, in spite of Keble College, and the tramways, and the sporting prints, Oxford still remains the most beautiful thing in England, and nowhere else are life and art so exquisitely blended, so perfectly made one.

Ah! realize your youth while you have it. Don’t squander the gold of your days, listening to the tedious, trying to improve the hopeless failure, or giving away your life to the ignorant, the common, and the vulgar. These are the sickly aims, the false ideals, of our age. Live! Live the wonderful life that is in you! Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations. Be afraid of nothing.

The old-fashioned respect for the young is fast dying out.

All authority is quite degrading. It degrades those who exercise it, and it degrades those over whom it is exercised.

Only people who look dull ever get into the House of Commons, and only people who are dull ever succeed there.

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

Mere color, unspoiled by meaning, and unallied with definite form, can speak to the soul in a thousand different ways.