The State, that cawing rookery of committees and subcommittees.

Among the masked dandies of Edwardian comedy, Max Beerbohm is the most happily armored by a deep and almost innocent love of himself as a work of art.

Sooner or later, the great men turn out to be all alike. They never stop working. They never lose a minute. It is very depressing.

The present has its élan because it is always on the edge of the unknown and one misunderstands the past unless one remembers that this unknown was once part of its nature.

It's all in the art. You get no credit for living.

We are used to the actions of human beings, not to their stillness.

I shall never be as old as I was between 20 and 30.