Art, unless it leads to right action, is no more than the opium of an intelligentsia.

She was a fool and he knew it and because he loved her it had made no difference.

To acquire the habit of reading is to construct for yourself a refuge from almost all the miseries of life.

A state of reverie does not avoid reality, it accedes to reality.

Art for art's sake makes no more sense than gin for gin's sake.

The Almighty can hardly be such a fool as the churches make out.

You know, of course, that the Tasmanians, who never committed adultery, are now extinct.