That it should still be necessary, at this late stage in the senility of the human race to argue that women have a fine and fluent intelligence is surely an eloquent proof of the defective observation, incurable prejudice, and general imbecility of their lords and masters.

Man makes love by braggadocio, and woman makes love by listening.

Youth, though it may lack knowledge, is certainly not devoid of intelligence; it sees through shams with sharp and terrible eyes.

The double standard of morality will survive in this world so long as the woman whose husband has been lured away is favoured with the sympathetic tears of other women, and a man whose wife has made off is laughed at by other men.

Suicide is a belated acquiescence in the opinion of one's wife's relatives.

Philosophy, as the modern world knows it, is only intellectual club-swinging.

A bad artist almost always tries to conceal his incompetence by whooping up a new formula.