English essayist & caricaturist (1872-1956)
The most perfect caricature is that which, on a small surface, with the simplest means, most accurately exaggerates, to the highest point, the peculiarities of a human being, at his most characteristic moment in the most beautiful manner.
MAX BEERBOHM
The Spirit of Caricature
We do not say of Love that he is myopic. We do not say of Love that he is astigmatic. We say quite simply, Love is blind. We might go further and say, Love is deaf. That would be a profound and obvious truth. We might go further still and say, Love is dumb. But that would be a profound and obvious lie. For love is always an extraordinarily fluent talker.
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A Christmas Garland
No fine work can be done without concentration and self-sacrifice and toil and doubt.
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And Even Now
What manner of man, he wondered, was he? A coward, piling profligacy on poltroonery? Or a hero, claiming exemption from moral law?
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Zuleika Dobson
Has the gift of laughter been withdrawn from me? I protest that I do still, at the age of forty-seven, laugh often and loud and long. But not, I believe, so long and loud and often as in my less smiling youth. And I am proud, nowadays, of laughing, and grateful to any one who makes me laugh. That is a bad sign. I no longer take laughter as a matter of course.
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"Laughter", And Even Now
If a man carry his sense of proportion far enough, lo! he is back at the point from which he started. He knows that eternity, as conceived by him, is but an instant in eternity, and infinity but a speck in infinity.
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Zuleika Dobson
Men of genius are not quick judges of character. Deep thinking and high imagining blunt that trivial instinct by which you and I size people up.
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Quia Imperfectum
The Socratic manner is not a game at which two can play.
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Zuleika Dobson
Death cancels all engagements.
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Zuleika Dobson
Not philosophy, after all, not humanity, just sheer joyous power of song, is the primal thing in poetry.
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And Even Now
There is laughter that goes so far as to lose all touch with its motive, and to exist only, grossly, in itself. This is laughter at its best. A man to whom such laughter has often been granted may happen to die in a work-house. No matter. I will not admit that he has failed in life. Another man, who has never laughed thus, may be buried in Westminster Abbey, leaving more than a million pounds overhead. What then? I regard him as a failure.
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"Laughter", And Even Now
Twenty years ago, ten years ago, I should have laughed, and have professed to you that I had merely smiled. A very young man is not content to be very young, nor even a young man to be young: he wants to share the dignity of his elders. There is no dignity in laughter, there is much of it in smiles. Laughter is but a joyous surrender, smiles give token of mature criticism. It may be that in the early ages of this world there was far more laughter than is to be heard now, and that aeons hence laughter will be obsolete, and smiles universal--every one, always, mildly, slightly, smiling. But it is less useful to speculate as to mankind's past and future than to observe men. And you will have observed with me in the club-room that young men at most times look solemn, whereas old men or men of middle age mostly smile; and also that those young men do often laugh loud and long among themselves, while we others--the gayest and best of us in the most favourable circumstances--seldom achieve more than our habitual act of smiling. Does the sound of that laughter jar on us? Do we liken it to the crackling of thorns under a pot? Let us do so. There is no cheerier sound. But let us not assume it to be the laughter of fools because we sit quiet. It is absurd to disapprove of what one envies, or to wish a good thing were no more because it has passed out of our possession.
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"Laughter", And Even Now
Great men are but life-sized. Most of them, indeed, are rather short.
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And Even Now
To mankind in general Macbeth and Lady Macbeth stand out as the supreme type of all that a host and hostess should not be.
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And Even Now
I have never regarded any theater as much more than the conclusion to a dinner or the prelude to a supper.
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Around Theatres
The literary gift is a mere accident--is as often bestowed on idiots who have nothing to say worth hearing as it is denied to strenuous sages.
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Letters of Max Beerbohm, 1892-1956
The past is a work of art, free of irrelevancies and loose ends.
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Lytton Strachey
You will think me lamentably crude: my experience of life has been drawn from life itself.
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Zuleika Dobson
Everywhere he found his precept checkmated by his example.
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Zuleika Dobson
A man who doesn't reel on receipt of his death-warrant may yet break down when he has had time to think it over.
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Zuleika Dobson