He reflected on the decay of mankind-the decline of the human race into folly and weakness and rottenness. 'Be a good animal, true to your animal instinct' was his motto.

How I hate the attitude of ordinary people to life. How I loathe ordinariness! How from my soul I abhor nice simple people, with their eternal price list. It makes my blood boil.

The world is a raving idiot, and no man can kill it: though I’ll do my best. But you’re right. We must rescue ourselves as best we can.

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

One doesn't know, till one is a bit at odds with the world, how much one's friends who believe in one rather generously, mean to one.

If a woman hasn't got a tiny streak of harlot in her, she's a dry stick as a rule.

Nobody knows you. You don't know yourself. And I, who am half in love with you, What am I in love with? My own imaginings?