I wonder who it was defined man as a rational animal. It was the most premature definition ever given. Man is many things, but he is not rational.

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

Suffering is one very long moment. We cannot divide it by seasons. We can only record its moods, and chronicle their return. With us time itself does not progress. It revolves. It seems to circle round one center of pain.

If we men married the women we deserved, we should have a very bad time of it.

Perhaps one never seems so much at ones ease as when one has to play a part.

When one has never heard a man's name in the course of one's life, it speaks volumes for him; he must be quite respectable.

The criminal classes are so close to us that even the policemen can see them.