A beautiful woman risking everything for a mad passion. A few wild weeks of happiness cut short by a hideous, treacherous crime. Months of voiceless agony, and then a child born in pain. The mother snatched away by death, the boy left to solitude and the tyranny of an old and loveless man. Yes, it was an interesting background. It posed the lad, made him more perfect as it were. Behind every exquisite thing that existed, there was something tragic.

Rugby is a good occasion for keeping thirty bullies far from the center of the city.

Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault.

To make men Socialists is nothing, but to make Socialism human is a great thing.

Vulgarity is simply the conduct of other people.

The man who can dominate a London dinner-table can dominate the world.

Misfortunes one can endure--they come from outside, they are accidents. But to suffer for one's own faults--ah!--there is the sting of life.