A soul is a troublesome possession, and when man developed it he lost the Garden of Eden.

The passing moment is all we can be sure of; it is only common sense to extract its utmost value from it.

Imagination grows by exercise.

I wonder how anyone can have the face to condemn others when he reflects upon his own thoughts.

There's nothing the world loves more than a ready-made description which they can hang on to a man, and so save themselves all trouble in future.

I write only when inspiration strikes. Fortunately it strikes every morning at nine o'clock sharp.

Genius is talent provided with ideals. Genius starves while talent wears purple and fine linen. The man of genius of today will infifty years' time be in most cases no more than a man of talent.