I hate posterity - it's so fond of having the last word.

It is one of the consolations of middle aged reformers that the good that they inculcate must live after them if it is to live at all.

But, good gracious, you've got to educate him first. You can't expect a boy to be vicious till he's been to a good school.

I always say beauty is only sin deep.

The young have aspirations that never come to pass, the old have reminiscences of what never happened.

The fashion just now is a Roman Catholic frame of mind with an Agnostic conscience: you get the mediaeval picturesqueness of the one with the modern conveniences of the other.

There was something alike terrifying and piteous in the spectacle of these frail old morsels of humanity consecrating their last flickering energies to the task of making each other wretched. Hatred seemed to be the one faculty which had survived in undiminished vigor where all else was dropping into ordered and symmetrical decay.