No man needs curing of his individual sickness; his universal malady is what he should look to.

New York is the meeting place of the peoples, the only city where you can hardly find a typical American.

And must I, perchance, like careful writers, guard myself against the conclusions of my readers?

The heart of the jealous knows the best and most satisfying love, that of the other's bed, where the rival perfects the lover's imperfections.

To love without criticism is to be betrayed.

A man is whole only when he takes into account his shadow.

Our bones ache only while the flesh is on them.