A lot of warm vulgarity is incomparably preferable to a little bit of pinched niceness

There is, happily, no limit to the faith of human nature in believing what it wants to believe.

Fearful as reality is, it is less fearful than evasions of reality. Look steadfastly into the slit, pinpointed malignant eyes of reality as an old-hand trainer dominates his wild beasts.

The wretched Artist himself is alternatively the lowest worm that ever crawled when no fire is in him; or the loftiest God that ever sand when the fire is going.

resignation, perhaps the most stifling word in the language.

One should never go back to a place one has loved; for, however, rough the going forward is, it is better than the snuffing out-of-love return.

A lot of warm vulgarity is incomparably preferable to a little bit of pinched niceness