When hospitality becomes an art, it loses its very soul. – Max Beerbohm
The dullards envy of brilliant men is always assuaged by the suspicion that they will come to a bad end. – Max Beerbohm
When hospitality becomes an art, it loses its very soul. – Max Beerbohm
The dullards envy of brilliant men is always assuaged by the suspicion that they will come to a bad end. – Max Beerbohm
It seems to be a law of nature that no man, unless he has some obvious physical deformity, ever is loth to sit for his portrait. – Max Beerbohm
To give and then not feel that one has given is the very best of all ways of giving. – Max Beerbohm