Every prison that men build Is built with bricks of shame, And bound with bars lest Christ should see How men their brothers maim.

Jack? . . . No, there is very little music in the name Jack, if any at all, indeed. It does not thrill. It produces absolutely no vibrations . . . I have known several Jacks, and they all, without exception, were more than usually plain. Besides, Jack is a notorious domesticity for John! And I pity any woman who is married to a man called John. She would probably never be allowed to know the entrancing pleasure of a single moment’s solitude. The only really safe name is Ernest.

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.

A glass of absinthe is as poetical as anything in the world. What difference is there between a glass of absinthe and a sunset?

America is the noisiest country that ever existed. One is waked up in the morning, not by the singing of the nightingale, but by the steam whistle.

I believe it is customary in good society to take some slight refreshment at five o'clock.

The only way a woman can ever reform a man is by boring him so completely that he loses all possible interest in life.