Of course he despised the world as a whole; every thoughtful man should; it is almost a test of refinement.

The strong are so stupid.

The final test for a novel will be our affection for it, as it is the test of our friends, and of anything else which we cannot define.

When love flies it is remembered not as love but as something else.

Sex begins before adolescence, and survives sterility; it is indeed coeval with our lives, although at the mating age its effects are more obvious to Society.

But Humanity, in its desire for comfort, had over-reached itself. It had exploited the riches of nature too far. Quietly and complacently, it was sinking into decadence, and progress had come to mean the progress of the Machine.

But the body is deeper than the soul and its secrets inscrutable.