Flowers are as common in the country as people are in London.

Talent borrows, genius steals!

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

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.

The English public always feels perfectly at ease when a mediocrity is talking to it.

There are times when sorrow seems to me to be the only truth.

When people talk to us about others they are usually dull. When they talk to us about themselves they are nearly always interesting.