The more I see of life the more I perceive that only through solitary communion with nature can one gain an idea of its richness and meaning.

For what is liberty but the unhampered translation of will into act?

The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication.

It is the fear of middle-age in the young, of old-age in the middle-aged, which is the prime cause of infidelity, that infallible rejuvenator.

Literature is the art of writing something that will be read twice; journalism what will be grasped at once.

Beneath a mask of selfish tranquility nothing exists except bitterness and boredom. I am one of those whom suffering has made empty and frivolous: each night in my dreams I pull the scab off a wound; each day, vacuous and habit-ridden, I help it re-form.

In the sex war, thoughtlessness is the weapon of the male, vindictiveness of the female.