As I once said of George Bernard Shaw, he bloomed at twenty, but nobody smelled him till he was forty.

Every man makes his own summer. The season has no character of its own, unless one is a farmer with a professional concern for the weather.

No people in the world can make you feel so small as the English.

To ask an author who hopes to be a serious writer if his work is autobiographical is like asking a spider where he buys his thread.

Love affairs are for emotional sprinters; the pleasures of love are for the emotional marathoners.

Happiness is always a by-product. It is probably a matter of temperament, and for anything I know it may be glandular.

One learns one’s mystery at the price of one’s innocence.

Imagination is a good horse to carry you over the ground—not a flying carpet to set you free from probability.

Art is wine and experience is the brandy we distill from it.

If you don’t hurry up and let life know what you want, life will damned soon show you what you’ll get.

Ah that blessed degree that stamps us for life as creatures of guaranteed intellectual worth.

Inactivity and deprivation of all accustomed stimulus is not rest; it is a preparation for the tomb.

If we seek the pleasures of love, passion should be occasional, and common sense continual.

Fanaticism is overcompensation for doubt.

The dog is a Yes-animal, very popular with people who can't afford to keep a Yes-man.

The wit of a graduate student is like champagne. Canadian champagne.

A man must be obedient to the promptings of his innermost heart.

Their very conservatism is secondhand, and they don't know what they are conserving.

Whether you are really right or not doesn't matter; it's the belief that counts.