Morality, like art, means drawing a line someplace.

There is something very morbid about modern sympathy with pain.

Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love: it is the faithless who know love's tragedies.

Some things are too important to be taken seriously.

A bishop keeps on saying at the age of eighty what he was told to say at the age of eighteen.

It is a great mistake for men to give up paying compliments, for when they give up saying what is charming, they give up thinking what is charming.

Now it seems to me that love of some kind is the only possible explanation of the extraordinary amount of suffering that there is in the world. I cannot conceive of any other explanation. I am convinced that there is no other, and that if the world has indeed, as I have said, been built of sorrow, it has been built by the hands of love, because in no other way could the soul of man, for whom the world was made, reach the full stature of its perfection. Pleasure for the beautiful body, but pain for the beautiful soul.