I hated the idleness, the stupidity, the respectability, the petty unselfishness.

Reformers who are obsessed with purity and cannot see that their obsession is impure.

I am certainly an ought and not a must.

Do we find happiness so often that we should turn it off the box when it happens to sit there?

There has been, is, and always will be every conceivable type of person.

While her lips talked culture, her heart was planning to invite him to tea

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!