In this world there is always danger for those who are afraid of it.

We are made wise not by the recollection of our past, but by the responsibility for our future.

Unless the law of marriage were first made human, it could never become divine.

And so, to the end of history, murder shall breed murder, always in the name of right and honor and peace, until the gods are tired of blood and create a race that can understand.

I object to publishers: the one service they have done me is to teach me to do without them. They combine commercial rascality with artistic touchiness and pettishness, without being either good business men or fine judges of literature.

Without music we shall surely perish of drink, morphia, and all sorts of artificial exaggerations of the cruder delights of the senses.

What is wrong with the prosaic Englishman is what is wrong with the prosaic men of all countries: stupidity.