Literature always anticipates life. It doesn't copy it but moulds it to it's purpose.

I adore simple pleasures. They are the last refuge of the complex.

It is not the prisoners who need reformation, it is the prisons.

Authority is quite degrading.

Selfishness is not living as one wishes to live; it is asking others to live as one wishes to live. And unselfishness is letting other people's lives alone, not interfering with them. Selfishness always aims at uniformity of type. Unselfishness recognizes infinite variety of type as a delightful thing, accepts it, acquiesces in it, enjoys it.

Bunbury? Oh, he was quite exploded. Exploded! Was he the victim of a revolutionary outrage? I was not aware that Mr. Bunbury was interested in social legislation. If so, he is well punished for his morbidity. My dear Aunt Augusta, I mean he was found out! The doctors found out that Bunbury could not , that is what I mean—so Bunbury died. He seems to have had great confidence in the opinion of his physicians.

When people talk to us about others they are usually dull. When they talk to us about themselves they are nearly always interesting.