The world was to Shakespeare a great stage of fools on which he was utterly bewildered. His pregnant observations of life are not coordinated into any philosophy.

We are not taught to think decently on sex subjects, and consequently we have no language for them except indecent language.

What is the matter with the rich is Uselessness.

Few people think more than two or three times a year; I have made an international reputation for myself by thinking once or twice a week.

A broken heart is a very pleasant complaint for a man in London if he has a comfortable income.

He who bears the brand of Cain shall rule the earth.

The happiness of credulity is a cheap and dangerous quality.