Perhaps one never seems so much at ones ease as when one has to play a part.

There is no man who is not, at each moment, what he has been and what he will be.

One must have a heart of stone to read the death of little Nell without laughing.

memory, like a horrible malady, was eating his soul away

All art is immortal. For emotion for the sake of emotion is the aim of art, and emotion for the sake of action is the aim of life.

Now that the House of Commons is trying to become useful, it does a great deal of harm.

What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing. And a sentimentalist, my dear Darlington, is a man who sees an absurd value in everything, and doesn't know the market place of any single thing.