Anybody can have common sense, provided that they have no imagination.

To begin with, I dined there on Monday, and once a week is quite enough to dine with one's own relations.

The secret of life is in art.

Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, and vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them!

No publisher should ever express an opinion of the value of what he publishes. That is a matter entirely for the literary critic to decide.

The only way to even approach doing something perfectly is through experience, and experience is the name everyone gives to their mistakes.

Schopenhauer has analysed the pessimism that characterize modern thought, but Hamlet invented it