The Museum is not meant either for the wanderer to see by accident or for the pilgrim to see with awe. It is meant for the mere slave of a routine of self-education to stuff himself with every sort of incongruous intellectual food in one indigestible meal.

Music with dinner is an insult both to the cook and violinist.

The greenhorn is the ultimate victor in everything; it is he that gets the most out of life.

Modern nature-worship is all upside down. Trees and fields ought to be the ordinary things; terraces and temples ought to be extraordinary. I am on the side of the man who lives in the country and wants to go to London.

The only words that ever satisfied me as describing Nature are the terms used in fairy books, "charm" "spell," "enchantment" They express the arbitrariness of the fact and its mystery.

Your next-door neighbour ... is not a man; he is an environment. He is the barking of a dog; he is the noise of a pianola; he is a dispute about a party wall; he is drains that are worse than yours, or roses that are better than yours.

They also serve who only stand wait for the two-fif-teen [train].

The true object of all human life is play. Earth is a task garden; heaven is a playground.

It is often a mistake to combine two pleasures, because pleasures, like pains, can act as counter-irri-tants to each other.

The honest poor can sometimes forget poverty. The honest rich can never forget it.