Medicine is my lawful wife and literature my mistress; when I get tired of one, I spend the night with the other.
What a fine weather today! Can’t choose whether to drink tea or to hang myself.
When you want to touch the reader's heart, try to be colder. It gives their grief as it were, a background, against which it stands out in greater relief.
Calculating selfishness is the annihilation of self.
Love is a scandal of the personal sort.
He is no longer a city dweller who has even once in his life caught a ruff or seen how, on clear and cool autumn days, flocks of migrating thrushes drift over a village. Until his death he will be drawn to freedom.