Time changes all things and cultivates even in herself an appreciation of irony, and, therefore, why shouldn't I have changed a trifle?

As it is, plain reasoning assures me I am not indispensable to the universe: but with this reasoning, somehow, does not travel my belief.

The touch of time does more than the club of Hercules.

At all events, I do not mean to leave it unaltered.

I was born, I think, with the desire to make beautiful books — brave books that would preserve the glories of the Dream untarnished, and would re-create them for battered people, and re-awaken joy and magnanimity.

The only way of rendering life endurable is to drink as much wine as one can come by.

I ask of literature precisely those things of which I feel the lack in my own life.