Those mausoleums of inactive masculinity are places for men who prefer armchairs to women.

Detective stories are the art-for-art's sake of yawning Philistinism.

The State, that cawing rookery of committees and subcommittees.

The peculiar foreign superstition that the English do not like love, the evidence being that they do not talk about it.

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.

Those mausoleums of inactive masculinity are places for men who prefer armchairs to women.

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