It was the passions about whose origin we deceived ourselves that tyrannized most strongly over us.

Sometimes, the unnecessary is necessary.

I would not a bit mind sleeping in the cool grass in summer, and when winter came on sheltering myself by the warm close-thatched rick, or under the penthouse of a great barn, provided I had love in my heart.

His morality is all sympathy, just what morality should be

All authority is quite degrading. It degrades those who exercise it, and it degrades those over whom it is exercised.

Oh, how I vainly wished to the bearded man in the sky that I was Neapolitan. Why? So I could bring in a fine Neapolitan pest control to help with Queensberry's problem before it gets out of hand.

You know we poor artists have to show ourselves in society from time to time, just to remind the public that we are not savages.