A good civilisation spreads over us freely like a tree, varying and yielding because it is alive. A bad civilisation stands up and sticks out above us like an umbrella-artificial, mathematical in shape; not merely universal, but uniform.

I still believe in liberalism today as much as I ever did, but, oh, there was a happy time when I believed in liberals.

In matters of truth the fact that you don't want to publish something is, nine times out of ten, a proof that you ought to publish it.

The sceptics, like bees, give their one sting and die.

People that insist upon drinking and driving, are putting the quart before the hearse.

The person who is really in revolt is the optimist, who generally lives and dies in a desperate and suicidal effort to persuade other people how good they are.

Marriage is a duel to the death which no man of honour should decline.