There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another.

A great writer created a world of his own and his readers are proud to live in it. A lesser writer may entice them in for a moment, but soon he will watch them filing out.

It is only in the country that we can get to know a person or a book.

The dread of loneliness is greater than the fear of bondage, so we get married.

There are many who dare not kill themselves for fear of what the neighbours will say.

Hate is crystallized fear, fear's dividend, fear objectivized. We hate what we fear and so where hate is, fear will be lurking.

An aesthetic movement with a revolutionary dynamism and no popular appeal should proceed quite otherwise than by public scandal, publicity stunt, noisy expulsion and excommunication.