To give and not expect return, that is what lies at the heart of love.

America is the noisiest country that ever existed. One is waked up in the morning, not by the singing of the nightingale, but by the steam whistle.

The English country-gentleman galloping after a fox — the unspeakable in full pursuit of the uneatable.

A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure.

What the artist is always looking for is the mode of existence in which soul and body are one and indivisible: in which the outward is expressive of the inward: in which form reveals.

I hate people who are not serious about meals. It is so shallow of them.

There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written.