An artist is an artist only because of his exquisite sense of beauty, a sense which shows him intoxicating pleasures, but which at the same time implies and contains an equally exquisite sense of all deformities and all disproportion.

Two fundamental literary qualities: supernaturalism and irony.

There is no such thing as a long piece of work, except one that you dare not start.

Where ever I am not is the place where I am myself.

Above my cradle loomed the bookcase where/ Latin ashes and the dust of Greece/ mingled with novels, history, and verse/ in one dark Babel. I was folio-high/ when I first heard the voices.

What strange phenomena we find in a great city, all we need do is stroll about with our eyes open. Life swarms with innocent monsters.

It is regrettable that, among the Rights of Man, the right of contradicting oneself has been forgotten.