There is no permanent absolute unchangeable truth; what we should pursue is the most convenient arrangement of our ideas.

Youth is like spring, an over praised season more remarkable for biting winds than genial breezes. Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.

I am the enfant terrible of literature and science. If I cannot, and I know I cannot, get the literary and scientific bigwigs to give me a shilling, I can, and I know I can, heave bricks into the middle of them.

He that complies against his will, Is of his own opinion still.

I believe that he was really sorry that people would not believe he was sorry that he was not more sorry.

The human intellect owes its superiority over that of the lower animals in great measure to the stimulus which alcohol has given imagination.

Any fool can tell the truth, but it requires a man of some sense to know how to lie well.