We all go about longing for love: it is the first need of our natures, the loudest cry of our hearts.

What a heartbreaking job it is trying to combine authors for their own protection... the first lesson I learned was that when you take the field for the authors you will be safer without a breastplate than without a backplate.

Hell is a place where you have nothing to do but amuse yourself.

Cruelty must be whitewashed by a moral excuse, and pretense of reluctance.

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

Love is a gross exaggeration of the difference between one person and everybody else.

Capitalism drives the employers to do their worst to the employed, and the employed to do the least for them. And it boasts all the time of the incentive it provides to both to do their best! . . . The reason the Capitalist system has worked so far without jamming for more than a few months at a time, and then only in places, is that it has not yet succeeded in making a conquest of human nature so complete that everybody acts on strictly business principles.