Here there is no hope, and consequently no duty, no work, nothing to be gained by praying, nothing to be lost by doing what you like. Hell, in short, is a place where you have nothing to do but amuse yourself.

No severity of punishment deters when detection is uncertain, as it always must be.

Orchestras only need to be sworn at, and a German is consequently at an advantage with them, as English profanity, except in America, has not gone beyond a limited technology of perdition.

That is what all poets do: they talk to themselves out loud; and the world overhears them. But it's horribly lonely not to hear someone else talk sometimes.

Nothing makes a man so selfish as work.

All dress is fancy dress, is it not, except our natural skins?

I hate the poor and look forward eagerly to their extermination.