Max Beerbohm
Max Beerbohm
Sir Henry Maximilian "Max" Beerbohmwas an English essayist, parodist, and caricaturist. He first became known in the 1890s as a dandy and a humorist. He was the drama critic for the Saturday Review from 1898 until 1910, when he relocated to Rapallo, Italy. In his later years he was popular for his occasional radio broadcasts. Among his best-known works is his only novel, Zuleika Dobson, published in 1911. His caricatures, drawn usually in pen or pencil with muted watercolour tinting,...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionActor
Date of Birth24 August 1872
It is easier to confess a defect than to claim a quality.
It is so much easier to covet what one hasn't than to revel in what one has. Also, it is so much easier to be enthusiastic about what exists than about what doesn't.
Men of genius are so few that they ought to atone for their fewness by being at any rate ubiquitous.
. . . but beauty and the lust for learning have yet to be allied.
I looked out for what the metropolitan reviewers would have to say. They seemed to fall into two classes: those who had little to say and those who had nothing.
She was one of those people who said ''I don't know anything about music, but I know what I like.''
It is doubtful whether the people of southern England have even yet realized how much introspection there is going on all the time in the Five Towns.
I was a modest, good-humored boy. It is Oxford that has made me insufferable.
There is much to be said for failure. It is more interesting than success.
Have you ever noticed there is never any third act to a nightmare? They bring you to a climax of terror and then leave you there.
There is always something rather absurd about the past
He cannot see beyond his own nose. Even the fingers he outstretches from it to the world are (as I shall suggest) often invisible to him.
Vulgarity has its uses. Vulgarity often cuts ice which refinement scrapes at vainly.
You will find my last words in the blue folder.