Death and vulgarity are the only two facts in the nineteenth century that one cannot explain away.

When a love comes to an end, weaklings cry, efficient ones instantly find another love, and the wise already have one in reserve.

People seldom tell the truths that are worth telling. We ought to choose our truths as carefully as we choose our lies and to select our virtues with as much thought as we bestow upon the selection of our enemies.

I summed up all systems in a phrase, and all existence in an epigram.

I quite agree with Dr. Nordau's assertion that all men of genius are insane, but Dr. Nordau forgets that all sane people are idiots.

The tragedy of the poor is that they can afford nothing but self denial.

If you want to be a doormat you have to lay yourself down first.