There is more magic in sin if it is not committed.

It is less the business of the novelist to tell us what happened than to show how it happened.

It is exciting and emancipating to believe we are one of nature's latest experiments, but what if the experiment is unsuccessful?

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.

There is more magic in sin if it is not committed.

It is the role of the poet to look at what is happening in the world and to know that quite other things are happening.

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.