We Can’t Turn Life Into A Pleasure.

I Am Not Absentminded. It Is The Presence Of Mind That Makes Me Unaware Of Everything Else.

I Left The Fairy Tales Lying On The Floor Of The Nursery, And I Have Not Found Any Books So Sensible Since.

Why Are We Not Grateful To God For Filling Our Stockings With Legs?

It May Be A Mere Patriotic Bias, Though I Do Not Think So, But It Seems To Me That The English Aristocracy Is Not Only The Type, But Is The Crown And Flower Of All Actual Aristocracies; It Has All The Oligarchical Virtues As Well As All The Defects. It Is Casual, It Is Kind, It Is Courageous In Obvious Matters; But It Has One Great Merit That Overlaps Even These. The Great And Very Obvious Merit Of The English Aristocracy Is That Nobody Could Possibly Take It Seriously.

Free Verse Is Like Free Love; It Is A Contradiction In Terms.