It is awfully hard work doing nothing.
Immanuel isn’t a pun; he Kant be!
All criticism is a form of autobiography.
Nature is always behind the age.
The only thing that sustains one through life is the consciousness of the immense inferiority of everybody else, and this is a feeling that I have always cultivated.
The best work in literature is always done by those who do not depend on it for their daily bread and the highest form of literature, Poetry, brings no wealth to the singer.
The camera, you know, will never capture you. Photography, in my experience, has the miraculous power of transferring wine into water.
It is immoral to use private property in order to alleviate the horrible evils that result from the institutions of private property.
I played with an idea, and grew willful; tossed it into the air; transformed it; let it escape and recaptured it; made it iridescent with fancy, and winged it with paradox.
Two men look out a window. One sees mud, the other sees the stars.
Concordantly, while your first question may be the most pertinent, you may or may not realize it is also the most irrelevant.
Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling.
What do you call a bad man? The sort of man who admires innocence.
It is always painful fo part from people whom one has known for a very brief space of time. The absence of old friends one can endure with equanimity. But even a momentary separation from anyone to whom one has just been introduced is almost unbearable.
It is not the perfect, but the imperfect, who have need of love.
It is only fair to state, with regard to modern journalists, that they always apologize to one in private for what they have written against one in public.
What is said of man is nothing; the point is, who says it.
Nothing looks so like innocence as an indiscretion.
Early in life she had discovered the important truth that nothing looks so like innocence as an indiscretion; and by a series of reckless escapades, half of them quite harmless, she had acquired all the privileges of a personality.
It is only the unimaginative who ever invents. The true artist is known by the use he makes of what he annexes.