If only we could live two lives: the first in which to make one's mistakes, and the second in which to profit by them.

Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot.

There's always the hyena of morality at the garden gate, and the real wolf at the end of the street.

The great crime which the moneyed classes and promoters of industry committed in the palmy Victorian days was the condemning of the workers to ugliness, ugliness, ugliness: meanness and formless and ugly surroundings, ugly ideals, ugly religion, ugly hope, ugly love, ugly clothes, ugly furniture, ugly houses, ugly relationship between workers and employers. The human soul needs actual beauty more than bread.

Instead of chopping yourself down to fit the world, chop the world down to fit yourself.

If you cut a thing up, of course it will smell. Hence, nothing raises such an infernal stink at last, as human psychology.

What's that as flies without wings, your ladyship? Time! Time!