Cleverness becomes a public nuisance.
Everybody who is incapable of learning has taken to teaching.
There were opium-dens, where one could buy oblivion, dens of horror where the memory of old sins could be destroyed by the madness of sins that were new.
The gods bestowed on Max [Beerbohm] the gift of perpetual old age.
Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.
The only way to atone for being occasionally overdressed is to be massively overeducated.