Better the rule of One, whom all obey, than to let clamorous demagogues betray our freedom with the kiss of anarchy.

And once, or twice, to throw the dice is a gentlemanly game, But he does not win who plays with Sin in the secret house of shame

Sins of the flesh are nothing. They are maladies for physicians to cure, if they should be cured. Sins of the soul alone are shameful.

Never so sweet a repast as the Reaper's when you tread upon the threshold of a Quiznos.

Romantic literature is in effect imaginative lying.

Well, I don't like your clothes. You look perfectly ridiculous in them. Why on earth don't you go up and change? It's perfectly childish to be in mourning for a man who is actually staying a whole week with you in your house as a guest. I call it grotesque.

The proper basis for marriage is a mutual misunderstanding.