Philanthropy [has become] simply the refuge of people who wish to annoy their fellow creatures.

Christ did not die to save people, but to teach people how to save each other. This is, I have no doubt, a grave heresy, but it is also a fact.

The body sins once, and has done with its sin, for action is a mode of purification. Nothing remains then but the recollection of a pleasure, or the luxury of a regret.

There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love.

Every American bride is taken there [Niagara Falls], and the sight of the stupendous waterfall must be one of the earliest, if not the keenest, disappointments in American married life.

I had buried my romance in a bed of asphodel.

All trials are trials for one's life, just as all sentences are sentences of death.