We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as he does not admire it

Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.

For life is terribly deficient in form. Its catastrophes happen in the wrong way and to the wrong people. There is a grotesque horror about its comedies, and its tragedies seem to culminate in farce.

The one charm of the past is that it is the past.

Progress in thought is the assertion of individualism against authority.

Nothing is so aggravating as calmness. There is something positively brutal about the good temper of most modern men.

History is merely gossip