The English masses are lovable: they are kind, decent, tolerant, practical and not stupid. The tragedy is that they are too many of them, and that they are aimless, having outgrown the servile functions for which they were encouraged to multiply. One day these huge crowds will have to seize power because there will be nothing else for them to do, and yet they neither demand power nor are ready to make use of it; they will learn only to be bored in a new way.

We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.

Imprisoned in every fat man a thin one is wildly signalling to be let out.

Everyone has the right to express an opinion. No one has the right to be listened to.

Most of the beauty of women evaporates when they achieve domestic happiness at the price of their independence.

In my religion, there would be no exclusive doctrine; all would be love, poetry, and doubt.

The worst vice of the solitary is the worship of his food.