I see the moon like a clipped piece of silver. Like gilded bees the stars cluster round her.

It was a fatal day when the public discovered that the pen is mightier than the paving-stone and can be made as offensive as a brickbat.

The bright dawn flooded the room, and swept the fantastic shadows into dusky corners, where they lay shuddering.

Why is it that at a bachelor's establishment the servants invariably drink the champagne.

To look at a thing is very different from seeing it.

And if life be, as it surely is, a problem to me, I am no less a problem to life.

Artists reproduce themselves or each other, with wearisome iteration. But criticism is always moving on, and the critic is always developing.