I claim to be a conscientiously immoral writer.

Remember that I too am mortal.

It is monstrous that custom should force us to display our faces ostentatiously, however worn and wrinkled and mean they may be, whilst carefully concealing all our other parts, however shapely and well preserved.

Poverty does not produce unhappiness: It produces degradation.

Beware of false knowledge; it is more dangerous than ignorance.

Think what cowards men would be if they had to bear children. Women are altogether a superior species.

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