Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger.

The end of culture is right living

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

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

Some people read for instruction, which is praiseworthy, and some for pleasure, which is innocent, but not a few read from habit, and I suppose that this is neither innocent or praiseworthy. Of that lamentable company am I. Conversation after a time bores me, games tire me and my own thoughts, which we are told are the unfailing resource of a sensible man, have a tendency to run dry. Then I fly to my book as the opium-smoker to his pipe.

The world is quickly bored by the recital of misfortune, and willing avoids the sight of distress.

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