Youth is when you’re allowed to stay up late on New Year’s Eve. Middle age is when you’re forced to.
The spirit of an age may be best expressed in the abstract ideal arts, for the spirit itself is abstract and ideal.
Reading, after a certain age, diverts the mind too much from its creative pursuits. Any man who reads too much and uses his own brain too little falls into lazy habits of thinking.
Life would be infinitely happier if we could only be born at the age of eighty and gradually approach eighteen.
It seems as if an age of genius must be succeeded by an age of endeavour; riot and extravagance by cleanliness and hard work.