To be nothing - is that not, after all, the most satisfactory fact in the whole world?

Let it be fact, one feels, or let it be fiction; the imagination will not serve under two masters simultaneously.

I am made and remade continually. Different people draw different words from me.

The older one grows, the more one likes indecency.

Nothing, however, can be more arrogant, though nothing is commoner than to assume that of Gods there is only one, and of religions none but the speaker’s.

There is no stability in this world. Who is to say what meaning there is in anything? Who is to foretell the flight of a word? It is a balloon that sails over tree-tops. To speak of knowledge is futile. All is experiment and adventure. We are forever mixing ourselves with unknown quantities. What is to come? I know not. But, as I put down my glass I remember; I am engaged to be married. I am to dine with my friends tonight. I am Bernard.

The truer the facts the better the fiction.