Virtue in a man doesn't make you want to grab him.

When the desire is on for one particular person, nobody else will do.

My bitterness is not an abstract substance, it is as solid as a Christmas cake; I can cut it in slices and hand it round and there is still plenty left, for tomorrow.

There is, happily, no limit to the faith of human nature in believing what it wants to believe.

I am unable, mentally incapable, of relating the dead thing, the broken body refusing to divulge why or where the occupant has gone, to the thing that was alive.

anybody who drinks seriously is poor: so poor, poor, extra poor, me.

[On journalists:] ... however lyingly libellous they may be: nobody can seriously hurt the reputation of a Great person. If he is hurt: he is not Great. They can but scratch at his skin with their mice nails.