Fiction is to grown men what play is to the child.

An aspiration is a joy forever, a possession as solid as a landed estate.

My idea of man's chief end was to enrich the world with things of beauty, and have a fairly good time myself while doing so.

Of what shall a man be proud, if he is not proud of his friends?

To the old our mouths are always partly closed; we must swallow our obvious retorts and listen. They sit above our heads, on life's raised dais, and appeal at once to our respect and pity.

Anyone can carry his burden, however heavy, until nightfall. Anyone can do his work, however hard, for one day. Anyone can live sweetly, patiently, lovingly, purely, until the sun goes down. And this is all that life really means.

For God's sake give me the young man who has brains enough to make a fool of himself!