No-one was ever made wretched in a brothel.
The Expulsion from Eden is an act of vindictive womanish spite; the Fall of Man, as recounted in the Bible, comes nearer to the Fall of God.
The American language is in a state of flux based upon survival of the unfittest.
An aesthetic movement with a revolutionary dynamism and no popular appeal should proceed quite otherwise than by public scandal, publicity stunt, noisy expulsion and excommunication.
It is a consolation of human life that the sick forget what it is like to feel well, or the miserable to be happy.
The goal of every culture is to decay through over-civilization; the factors of decadence, – luxury, skepticism, weariness and superstition, – are constant. The civilization of one epoch becomes the manure of the next.
Nothing dates like hate and in literature a little of it goes a very long way.
Promise is the capacity for letting people down.
A writer is in danger of allowing his talent to dull who lets more than a year go past without finding himself in his rightful place of composition, the small single unluxurious retreat of the twentieth century, the hotel bedroom.
We cannot be happy until we can love ourselves without egotism and our friends without tyranny.
The more I see of life the more I perceive that only through solitary communion with nature can one gain an idea of its richness and meaning.
We fear something before we hate it...
Carelessness is not fatal to journalism, nor are cliches, for the eye rests lightly on them. But what is intended to be read once can seldom be read more than once; a journalist has to accept the fact that his work, by its very todayness, is excluded from any share in tomorrow.
An author arrives at a good style when his language performs what is required of it without shyness.
The artist secretes nostalgia around life.
Like those crabs which dress themselves with seaweed, we wear belief and custom.
The headmistress was an able instructress in French and history and we learned with her as fast as fear could teach us.
We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.
Friendships that last are those wherein each friend respects the other’s dignity to the point of not really wanting anything from them.
The worst vice of the solitary is the worship of his food.