You have nothing to do but mention the quantum theory, and people will take your voice for the voice of science, and belive anything.

As I write, there is a craze for what is called psychoanalysis, or the cure of diseases by explaining to the patient what is the matter with him: an excellent plan if you happen to know what is the matter with him, especially when the explanation is that there is nothing the matter with him.

It would positively be a relief to me to dig Shakespeare up and throw stones at him.

Make money and the whole nation will conspire to call you a gentleman.

Assassination is the extreme form of censorship; and it seems hard to justify an incitement to it on anti-censorial principles.

Give me the artist who breathes it like a native, and goes about his work in it as quietly as a common man goes about his ordinary business. Mozart did so; and that is why I like him. Even if I did not, I should pretend to; for a taste in his music is a mark of caste among musicians, and should be worn, like a tall hat, by the amateur who wishes to pass for a true Brahmin.

I find that socialism is often misunderstood by its least intelligent supporters and opponents to mean simply unrestrained indulgence of our natural propensity to heave bricks at respectable persons.