What you are to do without me I cannot imagine.

Patriotism is a pernicious, psychopathic form of idiocy.

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.

In the Middle Ages people believed that the earth was flat, for which they had at least the evidence of their senses: we believe it to be round, not because as many as 1 percent of us could give physical reasons for so quaint a belief, but because modern science has convinced us that nothing that is obvious is true, and that everything that is magical, improbable, extraordinary, gigantic, microscopic, heartless, or outrageous is scientific.

Female murderers get sheaves of offers of marriage.

Every man over forty is a scoundrel.

Virtue consists, not in abstaining from vice, but in not desiring it.