Weak, tea-drinking, effeminate, ineffectual – masters of India, robbers of South Africa, bedevillers of all Europe.

The City is a machine miraculously organised for extracting gold from the seas, airs, clouds, from barren lands, holds of ships, mines, plantations, cottage hearth-stones, trees and rocks; and he, wretchedly waiting in the exterior halls, could not even get his finger on one tiny, tiny lever.

Everyone likes the obscene; that is real life.

Gentlemen are overestimated, that is my experience.

A mother! What are we worth really? They all grow up whether you look after them or not.

She was able to feel active creation going on around her in the rocks and hills, where the mystery of lust took place; and in herself, where all was yet only the night of senses and wild dreams, the work of passion going on.

I hate Bernard Shaw because he says that life is compromise.

The Chinese are a knowing people; and I daresay that is why they once made a religious odor about old age; to prevent their sons from seeing their own future.

Philosophy is by the timid for the timid.

Creation of something out of nothing is the most primitive of human passions and the most optimistic.