Progress: The process whereby the human race has got rid of whiskers, the vermiform appendix and God.

Women have a hard enough time in this world: telling them the truth would be too cruel.

The feelings that Beethoven put into his music were the feelings of a god. There was something olympian in his snarls and rages, and there was a touch of hellfire in his mirth.

A wealthy man is one who earns $100 a year more than his wife's sister's husband.

Truth would quickly cease to be stranger than fiction, once we got as used to it.

In human history a moral victory is always a disaster, for it debauches and degrades both the victor and the vanquished.

The idea that leisure is of value in itself is only conditionally true. The average man simply spends his leisure as a dog spends it. His recreations are all puerile, and the time supposed to benefit him really only stupefies him.