There was a serenity about him always that had the look of innocence, when, technically, the word was no longer applicable.

I read the book of Job last night, I don't think God comes out well in it.

Tell me", he wanted to say, "everything in the whole world" - for he had the wildest, most absurd, extravagant ideas about poets and poetry - but how to speak to a man who does not see you? who sees ogres, satyrs, perhaps the depth of the sea instead?

Young women... you are, in my opinion, disgracefully ignorant. You have never made a discovery of any sort of importance. You have never shaken an empire or led an army into battle. The plays by Shakespeare are not by you, and you have never introduced a barbarous race to the blessings of civilization. What is your excuse?

I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.

She began framing the words of her telegram into a senseless singsong; so that several park keepers looked at her with suspicion and were only brought to a favourable opinion of her sanity by noticing the pearl necklace which she wore.

The profound difference that divides the human race is a question of bait - whether to fish with worms or not.