What is art? It is not decoration. It is the re-living of experience.

I cannot see that art is anything less than a way of making joys perpetual.

I take it as a prime cause of the present confusion of society that it is too sickly and too doubtful to use pleasure frankly as a test of value.

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

The case against religion is the responsibility of God for the sufferings of mankind, which makes it impossible to believe the good things said about Him in the Bible, and consequently to believe anything it says about Him.

To every man in the world there is one person of whom he knows little: whom he would never recognize if he met him walking down the street, whose motives are a mystery to him. That is himself.

Idiocy is the female defect ... It is no worse than the male defect, which is lunacy.