What really flatters a man is that you think him worth flattering.
What is virtue but the Trade Unionism of the married?
What Englishman will give his mind to politics as long as he can afford to keep a motor car?
What a man believes may be ascertained, not from his creed, but from the assumptions on which he habitually acts.
We want a few mad people now. See where the sane ones have landed us!
We must reform society before we can reform ourselves.
We live in an atmosphere of shame. We are ashamed of everything that is real about us; ashamed of ourselves, of our relatives, of our incomes, of our accents, of our opinions, of our experience, just as we are ashamed of our naked skins.
We don’t bother much about dress and manners in England, because as a nation we don’t dress well and we’ve no manners.
We are made wise not by the recollections of our past, but by the responsibilities of our future.
Virtue consists, not in abstaining from vice, but in not desiring it.
Until the men of action clear out the talkers we who have social consciences are at the mercy of those who have none.
Those who talk most about the blessings of marriage and the constancy of its vows are the very people who declare that if the chain were broken and the prisoners left free to choose, the whole social fabric would fly asunder. You cannot have the argument both ways. If the prisoner is happy, why lock him in? If he is not, why pretend that he is?