I wish the English still possessed a shred of the old sense of humour which Puritanism, and dyspepsia, and newspaper reading, and tea-drinking have nearly extinguished.

The sublimity of wisdom is to do those things living, which are to be desired when dying.

Wine is a precarious aphrodisiac, and its fumes have blighted many a mating.

A man can believe a considerable deal of rubbish, and yet go about his daily work in a rational and cheerful manner.

Distrust of authority should be the first civic duty.

Education is a state-controlled manufactory of echoes.

Has any man ever obtained inner harmony by simply reading about the experiences of others? Not since the world began has it ever happened. Each man must go through the fire himself.