I Can't Talk Religion To

All Great Truths Begin As Blasphemies.

If You Can Say A Thing With One Stroke, Unanswerably You Have Style; If Not, You Are At Best A Marchande De Plaisir; A Decorative Litt

Until The Men Of Action Clear Out The Talkers We Who Have Social Consciences Are At The Mercy Of Those Who Have None.

A Critic Recently Described Me, With Deadly Acuteness, As Having 'a Kindly Dislike Of My Fellow-creatures.' Perhaps Dread Would Have Been Nearer The Mark Than Dislike; For Man Is The Only Animal Of Which I Am Thoroughly And Cravenly Afraid.

A Thing That Nobody Believes Cannot Be Proved Too Often.