Admiration and familiarity are strangers.

Music's a good thing$$$ it calms the beast in the man.

If we are merely matter intricately assembled$$$ is this really demeaning? If there's nothing here but atoms$$$ does that make us less or does that make matter more?

All universal moral principles are idle fancies.

Women have made me; and also unmade.

There is no bitterness like that of a man who finds out he has been believing in a ghost.

One of the things a writer is for is to say the unsayable$$$ speak the unspeakable and ask difficult questions.

The great are eternally at the mercy of tiny men. And also$$$ tiny madwomen.

Good advice is rarer than rubies.

Be fair! Nobody$$$ no country$$$ has a monopoly of untruth.