A poem is never finished, only abandoned.
~ Paul Valery
Logan Pearsall Smith Quotes
There is more felicity on the far side of baldness than young men can possibly imagine.
You cannot be both fashionable and first-rate.
The denunciation of the young is a necessary part of the hygiene of older people, and greatly assists the circulation of the blood.
How many of our daydreams would darken into nightmares, were there a danger of their coming true!
There are few sorrows, however poignant, in which a good income is of no avail.
There are two things to aim at in life: first, to get what you want; and after that, to enjoy it. Only the wisest of mankind achieve the second.
Charming people live up to the very edge of their charm, and behave as outrageously as the world lets them.
What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for Beauty, and never see the Dawn!
It's an odd thing about this universe that, though we all disagree with each other, we are all of us always in the right.
All reformers, however strict their social conscience, live in houses just as big as they can pay for.
To suppose as we all suppose, that we could be rich and not behave as the rich behave, is like supposing that we could drink all day and stay sober.
This nice and subtle happiness of reading, this joy not chilled by age, this polite and unpunished vice, this selfish, serene life-long intoxication.
What I like in a good author is not what he says, but what he whispers.
What is more mortifying than to feel you've missed the Plum for want of courage to shake the Tree?
Don't laugh at a youth for his affectations; he is only trying on one face after another to find a face of his own.
Thank Heaven, the sun has gone in, and I don't have to go out and enjoy it.
It is the wretchedness of being rich that you have to live with rich people.
People say that life is the thing, but I prefer reading.
Our names are labels, plainly printed on the bottled essence of our past behavior.
Every author, however modest, keeps a most outrageous vanity chained like a madman in the padded cell of his breast.
Those who set out to serve both God and Mammon soon discover that there is no God.