I am unable, mentally incapable, of relating the dead thing, the broken body refusing to divulge why or where the occupant has gone, to the thing that was alive.
Sex divorced from love is the thief of personal dignity.
there is no gaiety as gay as the gaiety of grief.
Virtue in a man doesn't make you want to grab him.
In America they make too much fuss of poets; in London they make too little.
[On journalists:] ... however lyingly libellous they may be: nobody can seriously hurt the reputation of a Great person. If he is hurt: he is not Great. They can but scratch at his skin with their mice nails.