When fanatics are on top there is no limit to oppression.

The art of writing, like the art of love, runs all the way from a kind of routine hard to distinguish from piling bricks to a kind of frenzy closely related to delirium tremens.

Friendship is a common belief in the same fallacies, mountebanks and hobgoblins.

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

In any combat between a rogue and a fool the sympathy of mankind is always with the rogue.

Kant was probably the worst writer ever heard of on earth before Karl Marx. Some of his ideas were really quite simple, but he always managed to make them seem unintelligible. I hope he is in Hell.

The American people, North and South, went into the [Civil] war as citizens of their respective states, they came out as subjects ... what they thus lost they have never got back.