There is in the human race some dark spirit of recalcitrance, always pulling us in the direction contrary to that in which we are reasonably expected to go.

Women who love the same man have a kind of bitter freemasonry.

History does not repeat itself. The historians repeat one another.

Of all the objects of hatred, a woman once loved is the most hateful.

Have you noticed ... there is never any third act in a nightmare? They bring you to a climax of terror and then leave you there. They are the work of poor dramatists.

The critic who justly admires all kinds of things simultaneously cannot love any one of them.

You cannot make a man by standing a sheep on its hind-legs. But by standing a flock of sheep in that position you can make a crowd of men.