Charm, in most men and nearly all women, is a decoration.

I am an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort.

He never even thought of tenderness and emotion; his considerations about Durham remained cold. Durham didn't dislike him, he was sure. That was all he wanted. One thing at a time. He didn't so much as have hopes, for hope distracts, and he had a great deal to see to.

I distrust Great Men. They produce a desert of uniformity around them and often a pool of blood too, and I always feel a little man's pleasure when they come a cropper.

The people I respect most behave as if they were immortal and as if society was eternal.

Beethoven's Fifth Symphony is the most sublime noise that has ever penetrated into the ear of man.