The only thing I cannot resist is temptation.

The one charm of marriage is that it makes a life of deception absolutely necessary for both parties.

No artist has ethical sympathies. An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style.

What is termed Sin is an essential element of progress. Without it the world would stagnate, or grow old, or become colorless. By its curiosity Sin increases the experience of the race. Through its intensified assertion of individualism it saves us from monotony of type. In its rejection of the current notions about morality, it is one with the higher ethics.

It is a much cleverer thing to talk nonsense than to listen to it.

As for modern journalism, it is not my business to defend it. It justifies its own existence by the great Darwinian principle of the survival of the vulgarest.

I never came across anyone in whom the moral sense was dominant who was not heartless, cruel, vindictive, log-stupid, and entirely lacking in the smallest sense of humanity. Moral people, as they are termed, are simple beasts.