You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.

Now what I contend is that my body is my own, at least I have always so regarded it. If I do harm through my experimenting with it, it is I who suffer, not the state.

A sin takes on a new and real terror when there seems a chance that it is going to be found out.

Delicacy - a sad, sad false delicacy - robs literature of the two best things among its belongings: Family-circle narratives & obscene stories.

One gains at least two to three times more experience grabbing the tiger by the tail than reading about it in a book.

Temperate temperance is best; intemperate temperance injures the cause of temperance.

Ah, if he could only die temporarily!