Occupation: Writer Birth: October 8, 1855 Death: July 31, 1921
Skepticism is history's bedfellow..
A plain woman is one who, however beautiful, neglects to charm..
I think our lives are surely but the dreams Of spirits, dwelling in the distant spheres, Who as we die, do one by one awake..
Men hate to be misunderstood, and to be understood makes them furious..
I wrote The Philosophy of Disenchantment, which is, I think, the gloomiest and worst book ever published. Out of sheer laziness, I then produced a hi….
[T]he progress of civilization corresponds with the spread of general nausea..