A subject that is beautiful in itself gives no suggestion to the artist. It lacks imperfection.

Humanity takes itself too seriously. It is the world's original sin. If the cave-man had known how to laugh, History would have been different.

A man who marries without knowing Bunbury has a very tedious time of it.

And when wind and winter harden All the loveless land, It will whisper of the garden, You will understand.

Down the long and silent street, The dawn, with silver-sandaled feet, Crept like a frightened girl.

Temperament is the primary requisite for the critic - a temperament exquisitely susceptible to beauty, and to the various impressions that beauty gives us.

There was so much in you that charmed me that I felt I must tell you something about yourself. I thought how tragic it would be if you were wasted.