Woman too commonly commits the sin of self-sacrifice whereby she consents to be sequestered in the home, without intellectual stimulus, so that the tranquil flame of her unspoiled soul should radiate purity and nobility upon an indefinitely extended family.

There was too much hatred in the world; it was manifestly as dangerous as gunpowder, yet people let it lie about, in the way of ignition.

We all drew on the comfort which is given out by the major works of Mozart, which is as real and material as the warmth given up by a glass of brandy.

All men should have a drop of treason in their veins, if nations are not to go soft like so many sleepy pears.

She saw she had fallen into the hands of one of those doctors who have strayed too far from apparent in the direction of the soul.

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.

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