Godlessness invariably produces vulgarity. Civilization is the product of belief.

Invention despoils observations, insinuation invalidates memory. A stewpot of bad habits, all of it - so that imaginative writers wind up, by and large, a shifty crew, sunk in distortion, misrepresentation, illusion, imposture, fakery.

After a certain number of years, our faces become our biographies.

It is true that money attracts; but much money repels.

Old saws have no teeth.

He who cries, 'What do I care about universality? I only know what is in me,' does not know even that.

One reason writers write is out of revenge.