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 could deny it if I liked. I could deny anything if I liked.

There is something very morbid about modern sympathy with pain.

The final mystery is oneself.

The universe is God. I am God so that means I am the universe.

Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.

It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.