Like all weak men he laid an exaggerated stress on not changing one's mind.

The audience is a very curious animal. It is shrewd rather than intelligent. Its mental capacity is less than that of its most intellectual members.

Imagination grows by exercise, and contrary to common belief, is more powerful in the mature than in the young.

I now, weak, old, diseased, poor, dying, hold still my soul in my hands, and I regret nothing.

She had no mercy. He looked at her neck and thought how he would like to jab it with the knife he had for his muffin. He knew enough anatomy to make pretty certain of getting the carotid artery. And at the same time he wanted to cover her pale, thin face with kisses.

The important thing was to love rather than to be loved.

As if a woman ever loved a man for his virtue.