There is nothing more frightening than the faces of people whom one does not know but who seem to know one, and be amused by one.

Mr. Arnold Bennett feels he has ranked himself for ever as a dry wine by what he mixed with himself of Maupassant; nevertheless he has put on the market some grocer's Sauterne in the form of several novels that are highly sentimental so far as their fundamental balance of values is concerned.

Man is a hating rather than a loving animal.

A good cause has to be careful of the company it keeps.

Now different races and nationalities cherish different ideals of society that stink in each other's nostrils with an offensiveness beyond the power of any but the most monstrous private deed.

the bad is more easily perceived than the good. A fresh lobster does not give such pleasure to the consumer as a stale one will give him pain.

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