The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.

I alone of English writers have consciously set myself to make music out of what I may call the sound of sense.

The ear is the only true writer and the only true reader.

The worst disease which can afflict executives in their work is not, as popularly supposed, alcoholism; it's egotism.

What are we? Young or new? We must be something.

He thought that I was after him for a feather--- The white one in his tail: like one who takes everything said as personal to himself.

It's a funny thing that when a man hasn't anything on earth to worry about, he goes off and gets married.