How awful to reflect that what people say of us is true!
Money and sex are forces too unruly for our reason; they can only be controlled by taboos with which we tamper at our peril.
One can be bored until boredom becomes a mystical experience.
The world is not unkind, and reprobates are worse than their reputations.
All reformers, however strict their social conscience, live in houses just as big as they can pay for.
What I like in a good author is not what he says but what he whispers.