Dear Sir, Your profession has, as usual, destroyed your brain.
In the arts of life man invents nothing; but in the arts of death he outdoes Nature herself, and produces by chemistry and machinery all the slaughter of plague, pestilence, and famine.
Nothing makes a man so selfish as work.
Life at its noblest leaves mere happiness far behind; and indeed cannot endure it. Happiness is not the object of life: life has no object: it is an end in itself; and courage consists in the readiness to sacrifice happiness for an intenser quality of life.
If all economists were laid end to end, they would not reach a conclusion.
When a man wants to murder a tiger he calls it sport; when a tiger wants to murder him he calls it ferocity.
In your Salvation shelter I saw poverty, misery, cold and hunger. You gave them bread and treacle and dreams of heaven. I give from thirty shillings a week to twelve thousand a year. They find their own dreams; but I look after the drainage.
Every man over forty is a scoundrel.
What we want is to see the child in pursuit of knowledge, and not knowledge in pursuit of the child.
In literature the ambition of the novice is to acquire the literary language: the struggle of the adept is to get rid of it.
The love of economy is the root of all virtue.
What is both surprising and delightful is that spectators are allowed, and even expected, to join in the vocal part of the game.... There is no reason why the field should not try to put the batsman off his stroke at the critical moment by neatly timed disparagements of his wife's fidelity and his mother's respectability.
The faults of the burglar are the qualities of the financier.
Here there is no hope, and consequently no duty, no work, nothing to be gained by praying, nothing to be lost by doing what you like. Hell, in short, is a place where you have nothing to do but amuse yourself.