There is something terribly morbid in the modern sympathy with pain. One should sympathise with the colour, the beauty, the joy of life. The less said about life's sores the better.

The fatal errors of life are not due to man's being unreasonable: an unreasonable moment may be one's finest moment. They are due to man's being logical.

It is only fair to state, with regard to modern journalists, that they always apologize to one in private for what they have written against one in public.

A pessimist is somebody who complains about the noise when opportunity knocks.

Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forgive life, to be at peace.

The basis of optimism is sheer terror.

Women are meant to be loved, not to be understood.