It distresses me, this failure to keep pace with the leaders of thought, as they pass into oblivion.

Reverence is a good thing, and part of its value is that the more we revere a man, the more sharply are we struck by anything in him (and there is always much) that is incongruous with his greatness.

People seem to think there is something inherently noble and virtuous in the desire to go for a walk.

It is a part of English hypocrisy or English reserve, that whilst we are fluent enough in grumbling about small inconveniences, we insist on making light of any great difficulties or grief's that may beset us.

"After all," as a pretty girl once said to me, "women are a sex by themselves, so to speak."

I have known no man of genius who had not to pay, in some affliction or defect, either physical or spiritual, for what the gods had given him.

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