The aim of flattery is to soothe and encourage us by assuring us of the truth of an opinion we have already formed about ourselves.

Still falls the rain - dark as the world of man, black as our loss - blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails upon the Cross.

My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence.

Vulgarity is, in reality, nothing but a modern, chic, pert descendant of the goddess Dullness.

I am not eccentric. It's just that I am more alive than most people. I am an unpopular electric eel set in a pond of goldfish.

I have often wished I had time to cultivate modesty... but I am too busy thinking about myself.

The public will believe anything, so long as it is not founded on truth.