[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.

It is the first duty of a gentleman to remember in the morning who he went to bed with the night before.

Time and trouble will tame an advanced young woman, but an advanced old woman is uncontrollable by any earthly force.

To foment grievance and to set men at variance is the trade by which agitators thrive and journalists make money.

Have you noticed that the astronomers and mathematicians are much the most cheerful people of the lot? I suppose that perpetually contemplating things on so vast a scale makes them feel either that it doesn't matter a hoot anyway, or that anything so large and elaborate must have some sense in it somewhere.

But you see, I can believe a thing without understanding it. It's all a matter of training.

Everybody is, I suppose, either Classic or Gothic by nature. Either you feel in your bones that buildings should be rectangular boxes with lids to them, or you are moved to the marrow by walls that climb and branch, and break into a inflorescence of pinnacles.