But it is not reason that governs love.

There's a sort of decency among the dead, a remarkable discretion: you never find them making any complaint against the doctor who killed them!

There's nothing quite like tobacco: it's the passion of decent folk, and whoever lives without tobacco doesn't deserve to live.

The only people who can be excused for letting a bad book loose on the world are the poor devils who have to write for a living.

I might, by chance, write something just as shoddy; But then I wouldn't show it to everybody.

It infuriates me to be wrong when I know I'm right.

I hate all men, the ones because they are mean and vicious, and the others for being complaisant with the vicious ones.