It is a terrible thought, to contemplate that an immense number of mediocre thinkers are occupied with really influential matters.

We do not place especial value on the possession of a virtue until we notice its total absence in our opponent.

Man is no longer an artist, he has become a work of art.

The beating of drums, which delights young writers who serve a party, sounds to him who does not belong to the party line like a rattling of chains, and excites sympathy rather than admiration.

There is perhaps nothing so admirable in Christianity and Buddhism as their art of teaching even the lowest to elevate themselves by piety to a seemingly higher order of things, and thereby to retain their satisfaction with the actual world in which they find it difficult enough to live - this very difficulty being necessary.

Genteel women suppose that those things do not really exist about which it is impossible to talk in polite company.

Without music, life would be a mistake... I would only believe in a God who knew how to dance.