Some people throw a bit of their personality after their bad arguments, as if that might straighten their paths and turn them into right and good arguments-just as a man in a bowling alley, after he has let go of the ball, still tries to direct it with gestures.

The English are a nation of consummate cant.

To the good warrior soundeth "thou shalt" pleasanter than "I will." And all that is dear unto you, ye shall first have it commanded unto you.

Pity is extolled as the virtue of prostitutes.

Sometimes we remain true to a cause simply because its opponents are unfailingly tasteless.

Memory says, 'I did that.' Pride replies, 'I could not have done that.' Eventually, memory yields.

Do you call yourself Free? It is your ruling thought that I would hear, and not that you have escaped from a yoke.