I never approve, or disapprove, of anything now. It is an absurd attitude to take towards life.

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.

I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.

It is awfully hard work doing nothing. However, I don't mind hard work when there is no definite object of any kind. To do nothing at all is the most difficult thing.

The man who says his wife can't take a joke, forgets that she took him.

The more one analyses people, the more all reasons for analysis disappear. Sooner or later one comes to that dreadful universal thing called human nature.

An idea that is not dangerous is unworthy of being called an idea at all.