And what sort of lives do these people, who pose as being moral, lead themselves? My dear fellow, you forget that we are in the native land of the hypocrite.

Man can believe the impossible, but man can never believe the improbable.

The quivering, ardent sunlight showed him the lines of cruelty round the mouth as clearly as if he had been looking into a mirror after he had done some dreadful thing.

If only the picture could grow old, and I stay young. For that...for that, I would give my SOUL for that.

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.

Ambition is the last refuge of the failure.

However, it is always nice to be expected, and not to arrive.