I have no mystic faith in the people. I have in the individual.

Riposte of "that old lady in the anecdote who was accused by her nieces of being illogical," Logic! Good gracious! What rubbish! How can I tell what I think till I see what I say?

It makes a difference doesn't it, whether we fully fence ourselves in, or whether we are fenced out by the barriers of others?

Intuition attracts those who wish to be spiritual without any bother, because it promises a heaven where the intuitions of others can be ignored.

The woman who can't influence her husband to vote the way she wants ought to be ashamed of herself.

There lies at the back of every creed something terrible and hard for which the worshipper may one day be required to suffer.

I only wish the poets would say this too: love is of the body; not the body, but of the the body. Ah! the misery that would be saved if we confessed that! Ah! for a little directness to liberate the soul!