What do you call a bad man? The sort of man who admires innocence.

Make some sacrifice for your art and you will be repaid, but ask of art to sacrifice herself for you and a bitter disappointment may come to you.

Cultivated leisure is the aim of man.

The one charm about the past is that it is the past. But women never know when the curtain has fallen.

Philanthropy [has become] simply the refuge of people who wish to annoy their fellow creatures.

Wordsworth went to the Lakes, but he was never a lake poet. He found in stones the sermons he had already hidden there.

It was only in the theatre that I lived