Civilization means food and literature all round. Beefsteaks and fiction magazines for all. First-class proteins for the body, fourth-class love-stories for the spirit.

When one individual comes into intimate contact with another, she—or he, of course, as the case may be—must almost inevitably receive or inflict suffering.

The instinct of acquisitiveness has more perverts, I believe, than the instinct of sex. At any rate, people seem to me odder about money than about even their amours.

The advertisement is one of the most interesting and difficult of modern literary forms.

No less than war or statecraft, the history of Economics has its heroic ages.

But the quiet grows and grows. Beautifully and unbearably.

Several excuses are always less convincing than one.