“Mathematics allows for no hypocrisy and no vagueness.”

To be loved at first sight, a man should have at the same time something to respect and something to pity in his face.

A very small matter, when all is said; only a fool would be concerned about it.

An English traveller relates how he lived upon intimate terms with a tiger; he had reared it and used to play with it, but always kept a loaded pistol on the table.

Signs cannot be represented, in a spy’s report, so damningly as words.

Love is like a fever which comes and goes quite independently of the will. There are no age limits for love.

A novel is like a bow, and the violin that produces the sound is the reader’s soul.

It is difficult to escape from the prevailing disease of one’s generation.

The shepherd always tries to persuade the sheep that their interests and his own are the same.

I call “crystallization” that action of the mind that discovers fresh perfections in its beloved at every turn of events.

A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.

The more one pleases everybody, the less one pleases profoundly.

One of the traits of genius is not to drag its thought through the rut worn by vulgar minds.

The first virtue of a young man today – that is, for the next fifty years perhaps, as long as we live in fear, and religion has regained its powers – is to be incapable of enthusiasm and not to have much in the way of brains.

Love has always been the most important business in my life; I should say the only one.

At a distance, we cannot conceive of the authority of a despot who knows all his subjects on sight.

Politics in a literary work, is like a gun shot in the middle of a concert, something vulgar, and however, something which is impossible to ignore.

The Patron of true Holinesse, Foule Errour doth defeate: Hypocrisie him to entrappe, Doth to his home entreate.

If life is so meaningless, then why are we always bringing it up?

Ye Hypocrites, are these your pranks To murder men and gie God thanks Desist for shame, proceed no further God won’t accept your thanks for murder.

Why is it that when we talk to God we’re said to be praying but when God talks to us we’re schizophrenic?

I wore black because I liked it. I still do, and wearing it still means something to me. It’s still my symbol of rebellion — against a stagnant status quo, against our hypocritical houses of God, against people whose minds are closed to others’ ideas.

The best of women are hypocrites.

If I am right, then (religious fundamentalists) will not go to Heaven, because there is no Heaven. If they are right, then they will not go to Heaven, because they are hypocrites.

Hypocrisy is the characteristic feature of the dying bourgeois epoch.