She did not suddenly start being disagreeable this afternoon, she was so good at it, she had evidently practised whatever are the scales and arpeggios of rudeness every day of her life.

If the poor ever feel poor as the rich do, we will have a most bloody revolution.

Hatred of domestic work is a natural and admirable result of civilization.

I wonder if we are all wrong about each other, if we are just composing unwritten novels about the people we meet?

When we choose a god we choose one as much like ourselves as possible, or even more so!

whatever a work of art may be, the artist certainly cannot dare to be simple. He must have a nature as complicated and as violent, as totally unsuggestive of the word innocence, as a modern war.

All disgrace smells alike. Differences in ruin are only matters of degree.