I know your breed; all your fine officials debauch the younger girls who are afraid to lose their jobs: that's as old as Washington.

We are primitive men; we taboo what we desire and need. How did the denying of love come to be associated with the idea of morality.

A tory youth is a youth speculating on his future.

The City is a machine miraculously organised for extracting gold from the seas, airs, clouds, from barren lands, holds of ships, mines, plantations, cottage hearth-stones, trees and rocks; and he, wretchedly waiting in the exterior halls, could not even get his finger on one tiny, tiny lever.

Women are outside the law; they make nothing, they say yes or no to some collections of whereases.

The waste, the insane freaks of these money men, the cynicism and egotism of their life... I'll show that they are not brilliant, not romantic, not delightful, not intelligent.

About myself - no. I'm unimportant, an observer, a wandering animal.