His style is chaos illumined by flashes of lightning. As a writer he has mastered everything except language.

As for the virtuous poor, one can pity them of course, but one cannot possibly admire them.

It is curious how vanity helps the successful man and wrecks the failure.

If property had simply pleasures, we could stand it; but its duties make it unbearable. In the interest of the rich we must get rid of it.

How strange a thing this is! The Priest telleth me that the Soul is worth all the gold in the world, and the merchants say that it is not worth a clipped piece of silver.

Too much work, and no vacation, Deserves at least a small libation. So hail! my friends, and raise your glasses, Work's the curse of the drinking classes.

People who count their chickens before they are hatched act very wisely because chickens run about so absurdly that it's impossible to count them accurately.