In the world it is called Tolerance, but in hell it is called Despair...the sin that believes in nothing, cares for nothing, seeks to know nothing, interferes with nothing, enjoys nothing, hates nothing, finds purpose in nothing, lives for nothing, and remains alive because there is nothing for which it will die.

The trouble is. . .that everybody sneers at restrictions and demands freedom, till something annoying happens; then they demand angrily what has become of the discipline.

Very dangerous things, theories.

Still, it doesn't do to murder people, no matter how offensive they may be.

A facility for quotation covers the absence of original thought.

The keeping of an idle woman is a badge of superior social status.

Paradoxical as it may seem, to believe in youth is to look backward; to look forward we must believe in age.