He is every other inch a gentleman.

[The satirist] must fully possess, at least in the world of the imagination, the quality the lack of which he is deriding in others.

I do not think women understand how repelled a man feels when he sees a woman wholly absorbed in what she is thinking, unless it is about her child, or her husband, or her lover. It ... gives one gooseflesh.

Because hypocrisy stinks in the nostrils one is likely to rate it as a more powerful agent for destruction than it is.

Did St. Francis preach to the birds? Whatever for? If he really liked birds he would have done better to preach to the cats.

For the sake of my country, and perhaps a little for the sake of my soul, I have given up the deep peace of being in opposition.

Once a secret society establishes itself within an open society, there is no end to the hideous mistrust it must cause.