Literature is the art of writing something that will be read twice; journalism what will be grasped at once.
Imprisoned in every fat man a thin one is wildly signalling to be let out.
Doing is overrated, and success undesirable, but the bitterness of failure even more so.
There is no more sombre enemy of good art than the pram in the hall.
The man who is master of his passions is Reason's slave.
Sheep with a nasty side.