The reaction to any word may be, in an individual, either a mob-reaction or an individual reaction. It is up to the individual to ask himself: Is my reaction individual, or am I merely reacting from my mob-self? When it comes to the so-called obscene words, I should say that hardly one person in a million escapes mob-reaction.

The Sphinx-riddle. Solve it, or be torn to bits, is the decree.

The word arse is as much god as the word face. It must be so, otherwise you cut off your god at the waist.

No absolute is going to make the lion lie down with the lamb: unless the lamb is inside.

The only justice is to follow the sincere intuition of the soul, angry or gentle. Anger is just, and pity is just, but judgement is never just.

She herself had never been able to be altogether herself: it had been denied her.

In the ancient recipe, the three antidotes for dullness or boredom are sleep, drink, and travel. It is rather feeble. From sleep you wake up, from drink you become sober, and from travel you come home again. And then where are you? No, the two sovereign remedies for dullness are love or a crusade.