How clever you are, my dear! You never mean a single word you say.

How long could you love a woman who didn't love you, Cecil? A woman who didn't love me? Oh, all my life!

In America the President reigns for four years, and Journalism governs forever and ever.

He watched it with that strange interest in trivial things that we try to develop when things of high import make us afraid, or when we are stirred by some new emotion for which we cannot find expression.

Things are because we see them, and what we see, and how we see it, depends on the Arts that influenced us. To look at a thing is very different from seeing a thing. One does not see anything until one sees its beauty. Then, and then only, does it comes into existence.

From the point of view of literature Mr. Kipling is a genius who drops his aspirates. From the point of view of life, he is a reporter who knows vulgarity better than any one has ever known it.

A burnt child loves the fire.