How strange a thing this is! The Priest telleth me that the Soul is worth all the gold in the world, …

How strange a thing this is! The Priest telleth me that the Soul is worth all the gold in the world,
and the merchants say that it is not worth a clipped piece of silver.

It’s not whether you win or lose, it’s how you place the blame.

We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at
the stars.

The books that the world calls immoral are the books
that show the world its own shame.

There is no sin except stupidity.

Cultivated leisure is the aim of man.

A man’s very highest moment is, I have no doubt at all,
is when he kneels in the dust, and beats his breast, and
tells all the sins of his life.

One should always play fairly when one has the winning
cards.

Always forgive your enemies. Nothing annoys them so much.

The only difference between the saint and the sinner is
that every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.

The sick do not ask if the hand that smoothes their
pillow is pure, nor the dying care if the lips that touch
their brow have known the kiss of sin.

I never approve, or disapprove, of anything now. It is an
absurd attitude to take towards life. We are not sent into
the world to air our moral prejudices.

I never take any notice of what common people say, and I
never interfere with what charming people do.

I sometimes think that God in creating man somewhat over-
estimated his ability.

As for the virtuous poor, one can pity them, of course,
but one cannot possibly admire them. They have made
private terms with the enemy, and sold their birthright
for very bad pottage. They must also be extraordinarily
stupid.

Disobedience, in the eyes of any one who has read history, is [hu]man’s
original virtue. It is through disobedience that progress has been made,
through disobedience and through rebellion.

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