Imagine listening to Beethoven with the prepossession that C is a good note and F a bad one; yet this is exactly the stand point from which all uninitiates contemplate the universe. Obviously, they miss the music.

The average man cannot believe that an artist may be as serious and highminded an observer of life as the professed man of science.

A white male child of perfect innocence and intelligence makes the most suitable victim.

Your friends will notice at once that glib vacuities fail to impress, and hate you, and tell lies about you. It's worth it.

A burnt child dreads the fire.

This complaining rambling rubbish is the substitute which has taken the place of love.

The sin which is unpardonable is knowingly and wilfully to reject truth, to fear knowledge lest that knowledge pander not to thy prejudices.