There is no escape from mystery. It is the character of our being.

Unfortunately, all gatherings convened for the betterment of the human lot show a tendency to gas themselves, and not with laughing-gas either.

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

It would be no loss to the world if most of the writers now writing had been strangled at birth.

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.

Mozart eliminates the idea of haste from life. His airs could not lag as they make their journey through the listener's attention; they are not the right shape for loitering. But it is as true that they never rush, they are never headlong or helter-skelter, they splash no mud, they raise no dust.

Sex, which ought to be an incident of life, is the obsession of the well-fed world.