By the time I was eleven years old, I had been taught that nature, far from abhorring a Vacuum, positively adores it.

the arts are life accelerated and concentrated.

The great sins and fires break out of me like the terrible leaves from the bough in the violent spring. I am a walking fire, I am all leaves.

Why not be oneself? That is the whole secret of a successful appearance. If one is a greyhound, why try to look like a Pekingese?

I wish the government would put a tax on pianos for the incompetent.

Good taste is the worst vice ever invented.

I have taken this step because I want the discipline, the fire and the authority of the Church. I am hopelessly unworthy of it, but I hope to become worthy.