her age was that indeterminate mixture of everlasting youth and anticipated wisdom which is the glory and the curse of genius.

Never trust a woman who will not lie about her age after thirty. She is unwomanly and unhuman and there is no knowing what crimes she will commit.

The grief of childhood is terrible while it lasts, it is so abandoned and so all-possessing.

A man is more than one being in his life. If the last persists, why not the first? If there be a hereafter for his age, why not for his youth?

There is nothing so carking as the pangs of unsatisfied curiosity.

Better extirpate the whole breed, root and branch. And this, unless the German people come to their senses, is what we propose to do.

there is no greater fraud or bore than the writer who has acquired the art of saying nothing brilliantly.