At 46 one must be a miser; only have time for essentials.

Books should stand on their own feet ... If they need shoring up by a preface here, an introduction there, they have no more right to exist than a table that needs a wad of paper under one leg in order to stand steady.

As I grow old I hate the writing of letters more and more, and like getting them better and better.

For what Harley Street specialist has time to understand the body, let alone the mind or both in combination, when he is a slave to thirteen thousand a year?

Biography is to give a man some kind of shape after his death.

Romantic Love is only an Illusion. A story one makes up in One's Mind about Another Person.

Methinks the human method of expression by sound of tongue is very elementary, and ought to be substituted for some ingenious invention which should be able to give vent to at least six coherent sentences at once.