The fickleness of the women I love is only equalled by the infernal constancy of the women who love me.

War can so easily be gilt with romance and heroism and solemn national duty and patriotism and the like by persons whose superficial literary and oratorical talent covers an abyss of Godforsaken folly.

I assume that to prevent illness in later life, you should never have been born at all.

We educate one another; and we cannot do this if half of us consider the other half not good enough to talk to.

All my life affection has been showered upon me, and every forward step I have made has been taken in spite of it.

We are sick of war, we don't want to fight, And yet we gorge ourselves upon the dead.

What is the matter with the rich is Uselessness.