The quivering, ardent sunlight showed him the lines of cruelty round the mouth as clearly as if he had been looking into a mirror after he had done some dreadful thing.

Know thyself' was written over the portal of the antique world. Over the portal of the new world, 'Be thyself' shall be written.

Jack? . . . No, there is very little music in the name Jack, if any at all, indeed. It does not thrill. It produces absolutely no vibrations . . . I have known several Jacks, and they all, without exception, were more than usually plain. Besides, Jack is a notorious domesticity for John! And I pity any woman who is married to a man called John. She would probably never be allowed to know the entrancing pleasure of a single moment’s solitude. The only really safe name is Ernest.

You love the beauty that you can see and touch and handle, the beauty that you can destroy, and do destroy, but of the unseen beauty of life, of the unseen beauty of a higher life, you know nothing.

How else but through a broken heart may Lord Christ enter in?

The moment that an artist takes notice of what other people want, and tries to supply the demand, he ceases to be an artist.

There are two ways of disliking poetry, one way is to dislike it, the other is to read Pope.