It was the mystical dogma of Bentham and Adam Smith and the rest, that some of the worst of human passions would turn out to be all for the best. It was the mysterious doctrine that selfishness would do the work of unselfishness.

A small artist is content with art; a great artist is content with nothing except everything.

I think the oddest thing about the advanced people is that, while they are always talking about things as problems, they have hardly any notion of what a real problem is.

The reason that angels fly is that they take themselves so lightly.

And pray where in earth or heaven are there prudent marriages-Might as well talk about prudent suicides.

. . . For friendship implies individuality; whereas comradeship really implies the temporary subordination, if not the temporary swamping of individuality. Friends are the better for being two; but comrades are the better for being two million.

If a man does not talk to himself, it is because he is not worth talking to.