One didn't really believe till one saw it demonstrated that giving oneself up completely to art, to emotion, to enjoyment, without planning for the future or counting the cost, produced dreadful disabilities and bankruptcies later.

A curious and eager soul was imprisoned in all this lard, but by dint of never refusing himself a pheasant or a goose or his daily procession of Roman wines, he was his own bitter jailer.

O, give it up, old chap! Sleep it off!

Excessive indulgence to others, especially to children is in fact only self-indulgence under an alias.

Indulgences, not fulfillment, is what the world Permits us.

If we had to tolerate in others all that we permit in ourselves, life would become completely unbearable.