Travel ennobles the spirit and does away with our prejudices.
Rugby is a good occasion for keeping thirty bullies far from the center of the city.
The dim roar of London was like the bourdon note of a distant organ.
I have the kiss of Walt Whitman still on my lips.
One is not always happy when one is good; but one is always good when one is happy.
Everyone may not be good, but there’s always something good in everyone. Never judge anyone shortly because every saint has a past and every sinner has a future.
With an evening coat and a white tie, anybody, even a stockbroker, can gain a reputation for being civilized.
Don’t be afraid. There are exquisite things in store for you. This is merely the beginning.
Any map of the world that does not include Utopia is not even worth glancing at.
I have said to you to speak the truth is a painful thing. To be forced to tell lies is much worse.
Always keep love in your heart.
He rides in the row at ten o clock in the morning, goes to the Opera three times a week, changes his clothes at least five times a day, and dines out every night of the season. You don’t call that leading an idle life, do you?
What is the good of friendship if one cannot say exactly what one means?
The final mystery is oneself. When one has weighed the sun in the balance, and measured the steps of the moon, and mapped out the seven heavens star by star, there still remains oneself. Who can calculate the orbit of his own soul?
My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One or the other of us has to go.
If you want to be a doormat you have to lay yourself down first.
From the point of view of literature Mr. Kipling is a genius who drops his aspirates. From the point of view of life, he is a reporter who knows vulgarity better than any one has ever known it.
An optimist will tell you the glass is half-full; the pessimist, half-empty; and the engineer will tell you the glass is twice the size it needs to be.
I can’t help detesting my relations. I suppose it comes from the fact that none of us can stand other people having the same faults as ourselves.
Time is jealous of you, and wars against your lilies and your roses.