Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self.
In a perfect union the man and woman are like a strung bow. Who is to say whether the string bends the bow, or the bow tightens the string?
Life is a maze in which we take the wrong turning before we have learned to walk.
Literature is the art of writing something that will be read twice.
No one can make us hate ourselves like an admirer.
There are many who dare not kill themselves for fear of what the neighbors might say.
There is no more sombre enemy of good art than the pram in the hall.
Truth is a river that is always splitting up into arms that reunite. Islanded between the arms the inhabitants argue for a lifetime as to which is the main river.