I find that forgiving one's enemies is a most curious morbid pleasure; perhaps I should check it.

Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery that mediocrity can pay to greatness.

An excellent man; he has no enemies; and none of his friends like him.

Who is that man over there? I don't know him. What is he doing? Is he a conspirator? Have you searched him? Give him till tomorrow to confess, then hang him! -- hang him!

People say sometimes that Beauty is superficial. That may be so. But at least it is not so superficial as Thought is. To me, Beauty is the wonder of wonders. It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances. The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible.

Experience is merely the name men gave to their mistakes.

Do you know that I am afraid that good people do a great deal of harm in this world? Certainly the greatest harm they do is that they make badness of such extraordinary importance.