Every fairly intelligent person is aware that the price of respectability is a muffled soul bent on the trivial and the mediocre.

When everyone thinks the same, nobody is thinking.

It is so much easier to talk of poverty than to think of the poor.

Lovers who have nothing to do but love each other are not really to be envied; love and nothing else very soon is nothing else.

The whole speculation about morality is an effort to find a way of living which men who live it will instinctively feel is good.

The common interests very largely elude public opinion entirely, and can be managed only by a specialised class.

It requires wisdom to understand wisdom: the music is nothing if the audience is deaf.