The happy marriage, which is the only proper nursery, is indissoluble. The unhappy marriage, which perpetually tells the child a bogey-man story about life, ought to be dissolved.

... to lovers innumerable things do not matter.

... it matters not what natural endowment a race may have if it prostitutes itself to the service of death.

[The satirist] must fully possess, at least in the world of the imagination, the quality the lack of which he is deriding in others.

Economists are like Aeolian harps, and the sounds that issue from them are determined by the winds that blow.

Men must be capable of imagining and executing and insisting on social change if they are to reform or even maintain civilization, and capable too of furnishing the rebellion which is sometimes necessary if society is not to perish of immobility.

There is no such thing as conversation. It is an illusion. There are intersecting monologues, that is all.