the law, like art, is always vainly racing to catch up with experience.
Mr. James Joyce is a great man who is entirely without taste.
There are two kinds of imperialists - imperialists and bloody imperialists.
Sex, which ought to be an incident of life, is the obsession of the well-fed world.
The happy marriage, which is the only proper nursery, is indissoluble. The unhappy marriage, which perpetually tells the child a bogey-man story about life, ought to be dissolved.
It is a great pity that every human being does not, at an early stage of his life, have to write a historical work. He would then realize that the human race is in quite a jam about truth.