One can never repeat exactly the same emotion.

The english country gentleman galloping after a fox—the unspeakable in full pursuit of the uneatable.

He has not an enemy in the world, and none of his friends like him.

The proper basis for marriage is mutual understanding.

The mere existence of conscience, that faculty of which people prate so much nowadays, and are so ignorantly proud, is a sign of our imperfect development.

It is perfectly monstrous.. the way people go about nowadays saying things against one behind one's back that are absolutely and entirely true.

To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people just exist.

With the abolition of private property, marriage in its present form must disappear.

Paradoxically though it may seem, it is nonetheless true that life imitates art far more than art imitates life.

Have we not lips to kiss with, hearts to love and eyes to see!