The past is a work of art, free of irrelevancies and loose ends.
There is laughter that goes so far as to lose all touch with its motive, and to exist only, grossly, in itself. This is laughter at its best. A man to whom such laughter has often been granted may happen to die in a work-house. No matter. I will not admit that he has failed in life. Another man, who has never laughed thus, may be buried in Westminster Abbey, leaving more than a million pounds overhead. What then? I regard him as a failure.
Men prominent in life are mostly hard to converse with. They lack small-talk, and at the same time one doesn't like to confront them with their own great themes.
I need no dictionary of quotations to remind me that the eyes are the windows of the soul.
The delicate balance between modesty and conceit is popularity.
Good sense about trivialities is better than nonsense about things that matter.
All fantasy should have a solid base in reality.
I may be old fashioned, but I am right.
It distresses me, this failure to keep pace with the leaders of thought, as they pass into oblivion.
When hospitality becomes an art it loses its very soul.
In every human being one or the other of these two instincts is predominant: the active or positive instinct to offer hospitality, the negative or passive instinct to accept it. And either of these instincts is so significant of character that one might as well say that mankind is divisible into two great classes: hosts and guests.
I believe the twenty-four hour day has come to stay.
Undergraduates owe their happiness chiefly to the consciousness that they are no longer at school. The nonsense which was knocked out of them at school is all put gently back at Oxford or Cambridge.
Of all the objects of hatred, a woman once loved is the most hateful.
It is a part of English hypocrisy or English reserve, that whilst we are fluent enough in grumbling about small inconveniences, we insist on making light of any great difficulties or grief's that may beset us.
The loveliest face in all the world will not please you if you see it suddenly eye to eye, at a distance of half an inch from your own.
People who insist on telling their dreams are among the terrors of the breakfast table.
To say that a man is vain means merely that he is pleased with the effect he produces on other people.
Nobody ever died of laughter.
Men of genius are not quick judges of character. Deep thinking and high imagining blunt that trivial instinct by which you and I size people up.
Death cancels all engagements.
I have known no man of genius who had not to pay, in some affliction or defect, either physical or spiritual, for what the gods had given him.
Have you noticed ... there is never any third act in a nightmare? They bring you to a climax of terror and then leave you there. They are the work of poor dramatists.
"After all," as a pretty girl once said to me, "women are a sex by themselves, so to speak."
No Roman ever was able to say, 'I dined last night with the Borgias'.
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