Logan P. Smith Quotations

If you are losing your leisure, look out, you may be losing your soul

There are people who are beautiful in dilapidation, like old houses that were hideous when new

Shopping: I like to walk down Bond Street, thinking of all the things I don't want

If we're told that an odd piece of our china is worth a hundred pounds, - how rare its beauty!

There are such astonishing things to be told about men and women, and hardly a man or woman to whom one dares to tell them

I might give my life for a friend, but he'd better not ask me to do up a parcel.

That we should practice what we preach is generally admitted; but anyone who preaches what he and his hearers practice must incur the gravest moral disapprobation.

When they come downstairs from their ivory towers, idealists are apt to walk straight into the gutter

When people talk of Ghosts I don't mention the Apparition by which I am haunted, the Phantom that shadows me about the streets, the image or spectre, so familiar, so like myself, which lurks in the plate glass of shop-windows, or leaps out of mirrors

What is more enchanting than the voices of young people when you can't hear what they say

To suppose, as we all suppose, that we could be rich and not behave the way the rich behave, is like supposing that we could drink all day and stay sober.

Don't laugh at a youth for his affectations; he's only trying on one face after another till he finds his own

Don't tell your friends their social faults; they will cure the fault and never forgive you.

The wretchedness of being rich is that you live with rich people. 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.

There is one thing that matters / to set a chime of words tinkling in the minds of a few fastidious people.

There is one thing that matters -- to set a chime of words tinkling in the minds of a few fastidious people.

Then I though of reading - the nice and subtle happiness of reading ... this joy not dulled by age, this polite and unpunishable vice, this selfish, serene, lifelong intoxication.

The indefatigable pursuit of an unattainable perfection, even though it consists in nothing more than the pounding of an old piano, is what alone gives meaning to our life on this unavailing star