The joy of a strong nature is as cloudless as its suffering is desolate.

A pipe is a pocket philosopher,--a truer one than Socrates, for it never asks questions. Socrates must have been very tiresome, when one thinks of it.

age is nothing but death that is conscious.

We do not want to think. We do not want to hear. We do not care about anything. Only give us a good dinner and plenty of money, and let us outshine our neighbors. There is the Nineteenth Century Gospel.

you have not a boat of your own, that is just it; that is what women always suffer from; they have to steer, but the craft is some one else's, and the haul too.

To vice, innocence must always seem only a superior kind of chicanery.

Charity is a flower not naturally of earthly growth, and it needs manuring with a promise of profit.