What the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve over.

We must conquer life by living it to the full, and then we can go to meet death with a certain prestige.

It is necessary that we stop, once for all, this ignorant meddling with other people's business. Each individual must be left free to follow his own path.

Your friends will notice at once that glib vacuities fail to impress, and hate you, and tell lies about you. It's worth it.

To use legal or financial constraint to compel either abstention or submission, is entirely horrible, unnatural and absurd.

To knot a sentence up properly, it has to be thought out carefully, and revised. New phrases have to be put in; sudden changes of subject must be introducted; verbs must be shifted to unsuspected localities; short words must be excised with ruthless hand; archaisms must be sprinkled like sugar-plums upon the concoction; the fatal human tendency to say things straightforwardly must be detected and defeated by adroit reversals; and, if a glimmer of meaning yet remain under close scrutiny, it must be removed by replacing all the principal verbs by paraphrases in some dead language.

I can imagine myself on my death-bed, spent utterly with lust to touch the next world, like a boy asking for his first kiss from a woman.