Frank: All the faults of the age come from Christianity and journalism. Arthur: Christianity, of course, but why journalism?
What will happen to those who stone the prophets and persecute the masters? His fate is written in flaming letters on each page of the history.
I will, however, establish that success in love, as in all other aspects of life, belongs, as a rule, to the persistent and fiber man. Chaucer had reason to make the Old Bath confess: 'The truth is, more or less, we always succumb to attention and perseverance'.
The truth is that the fever of desire in youth is fleeting disease that intimacy promptly cure.
Such actions are beyond praise: it is the perfume of such sweet and noble human sympathy that makes this wild beasts' cage a world habitable for men.
(...) always regretted that good memory often prevents us from thinking for ourselves.
[Referring to the imprisonment of Oscar Wilde] ... Will civilization never reach humane ideals? Will men always punish most severely the sins they do not understand and which hold forth for them no temptation? Did Jesus suffer in vain?
Strong people are made by opposition like kites that go up against the wind.
Sex is the gateway to life.
There is a destiny that shapes our ends rough, hew them as we will.
Christ goes deeper than I do, but I have had a wider experience.
All the faults of the age come from Christianity and journalism. Christianity, of course, but why journalism?
Casanova! My dear man, Casanova is not worthy to untie my bootstrings!
The Christian churches were offered two things: the spirit of Jesus and the idiotic morality of Paul, and they rejected the higher inspiration... Following Paul, we have turned the goodness of love into a fiend and degraded the crowning impulse of our being into a capital sin.
Happiness is not essential to the artist; happiness never creates anything but memories.