He is really not so ugly after all, provided, of course, that one shuts one's eyes, and does not look at him.
The gods bestowed on Max [Beerbohm] the gift of perpetual old age.
One can always be kind to people about whom one cares nothing.
Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm. Philosophies fall away like sand, and creeds follow one another like the withered leaves of Autumn; but what is beautiful is a joy for all seasons and a possession for all eternity.
Starvation, not sin, is the parent of modern crime.
I never approve, or disapprove, of anything now. It is an absurd attitude to take towards life.