Indifference is the revenge the world takes on mediocrities.

Women defend themselves by attacking, just as they attack by sudden and strange surrenders.

The General was essentially a man of peace, except in his domestic life.

The 19thc hatred of Realism is Caliban's enraged reaction to seeing his own face in the mirror. The 19thc rejection of Romanticism is Caliban's fury at not seeing his face reflected in the mirror.

Women are never disarmed by compliments. Men always are. That is the difference between the sexes.

I have never admitted that I am more than twenty-nine, or thirty at the most. Twenty-nine when there are pink shades, thirty when there are not.

In the wild struggle for existence, we want to have something that endures, and so we fill our minds with rubbish and facts, in the silly hope of keeping our place.