Politics, as hopeful men practise it in the world, consists mainly of the delusion that a change in form is a change in substance.

The worst of marriage is that it makes a woman believe that all men are just as easy to fool.

Once a woman passes a certain point in intelligence she finds it almost impossible to get a husband: she simply cannot go on listening without snickering.

The net effect of Clarence Darrow's great speech yesterday seemed to be precisely the same as if he had bawled it up a rainspout in the interior of Afghanistan.

Love begins like a triolet and ends like a college yell.

For the habitual truth-teller and truth-seeker, indeed, the whole world has very little liking. He is always unpopular.

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.