I have an idea that the only thing which makes it possible to regard this world we live in without disgust is the beauty which now and then men create out of the chaos. The pictures they paint, the music they compose, the books they write, and the lives they lead. Of all these the richest in beauty is the beautiful life. That is the perfect work of art.

The trouble is that thinking looks like loafing. Who wants to pay people for daydreaming?

I don't know why it is that the religious never ascribe common sense to God.

In business sharp practice sometimes succeeds, but in art honesty is not only the best but the only policy.

The ability to quote is a serviceable substitute for wit.

She plunged into a sea of platitudes, and with the powerful breast stroke of a channel swimmer made her confident way towards the white cliffs of the obvious.

Usage is the only test. I prefer a phrase that is easy and unaffected to a phrase that is grammatical.