The man of business . . . goes on Sunday to the church with the regularity of the village blacksmith, there to renounce and abjure before his God the line of conduct which he intends to pursue with all his might during the following week.

The man who has graduated from the flogging block at Eton to the bench from which he sentences the garotter to be flogged is the same social product as the garotter who has been kicked by his father and cuffed by his mother until he has grown strong enough to throttle and rob the rich citizen whose money he desires.

The man who listens to Reason is lost: Reason enslaves all whose minds are not strong enough to master her.

The man with toothache thinks everyone happy whose teeth are sound. The poverty stricken man makes the same mistake about the rich man.

The Master of Arts, by proving that no man has any natural rights, compels himself to take his own for granted.

The minimum of national celibacy (ascertained by dividing the number of males in the community by the number of females, and taking the quotient as the number of wives or husbands permitted to each person) is secured in England (where the quotient is 1) by the institution of monogamy.

The modern sentimental term for the national minimum of celibacy is Purity.

The more a man possesses over and above what he uses, the more careworn he becomes.

The more I see of the moneyed classes, the more I understand the guillotine.

The more things a man is ashamed of, the more respectable he is.