Philanthropic people lose all sense of humanity. It is their distinguishing characteristic.

To become a spectator of one's own life is to escape the suffering of life.

As long as war is regarded as wicked, it will always have its fascination. When it is looked upon as vulgar, it will cease to be popular.

Oh, I don’t care about Jack. I don’t care for anybody in the whole world but you. I love you, Cecily. You will marry me, won’t you? You silly boy! Of course. Why, we have been engaged for the last three months. For the last three months?

I now see that sorrow, being the supreme emotion of which man is capable, is at once the type and test of all great art.

I drink to separate my body from my soul.

Thin-lipped wisdom spoke at her from the worn chair, hinted at prudence, quoted from that book of cowardice whose author apes the name of common sense.