I've posed nude for a photographer in the manner of Rodin's Thinker, but I merely looked constipated.

It exasperated her to think that the dungeon in which she had languished for so many unhappy years had been unlocked all the time, and that the impulses she had so carefully struggled with and stifled for the sake of keeping well with society, were precisely those by which alone she could have come into any sort of sincere human contact.

Not until he acquires European manners does the American anarchist become the gentleman who assures you that people cannot be mademoral by Act of Parliament (the truth being that it is only by Acts of Parliament that men in large communities can be made moral, even when they want to).

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.

The moment we want to believe something, we suddenly see all the arguments for it, and become blind to the arguments against it.

Never fret for an only son, the idea of failure will never occur to him.

If all the economists were laid end to end, they'd never reach a conclusion.