Other people are quite dreadful. The only possible society is oneself.

How marriage ruins a man! It is as demoralizing as cigarettes, and far more expensive.

She has form," he said to himself, as he walked away through the grove - "that cannot be denied to her; but has she got feeling? I am afraid not. In fact, she is like most artists; she is all style, without any sincerity. She would not sacrifice herself for others. She thinks merely of music, and everybody knows that arts are selfish. Still, it must be admitted that she has some beautiful notes in her voice. What a pity it is that they do not mean anything, or do any practical good.

Each man lived his own life and paid his own price for living it. The only pity was one had to pay so often for a single fault. One had to pay over and over again, indeed. In her dealings with man, Destiny never closed her accounts.

Hatred is blind, as well as love.

I think you are wrong, Basil, but I won't argue with you. It is only the intellectually lost who ever argue.

There is nothing in the world like the devotion of a married woman. It is a thing no married man knows anything about.