We cannot really look at the movement of the Spirit, just because It is the Power by which we do the looking.

No, no, there must be a limit to the baseness even of publishers.

[W]hen I see men callously and cheerfully denying women the full use of their bodies, while insisting with sobs and howls on the satisfaction of their own, I simply can't find it heroic, or kind, or anything but pretty rotten and feeble.

Death seems to provide the minds of the Anglo-Saxon race with a greater fund of amusement than any other single subject.

I am better off with vegetables at the bottom of my garden than with all the fairies of the Midsummer Night's Dream.

Books... are like lobster shells, we surround ourselves with 'em, then we grow out of 'em and leave 'em behind, as evidence of our earlier stages of development.

It is said that love and a cough cannot be hid.