How I hate everything!

Damn words; they're just the pots and pans of life, the pails and scrubbing-brushes. I wish I didn't have to think in words.

The visible world is a daily miracle, for those who have eyes and ears.

Overhead hung a summer sky furrowed with the rush of rockets; and from the east a late moon, pushing up beyond the lofty bend of the coast, sent across the bay a shaft of brightness which paled to ashes in the red glitter of the illuminated boats.

The real alchemy consists in being able to turn gold back again into something else; and that's the secret that most of your friends have lost.

You thought I was a lovelorn mistress; and I was only an expensive prostitute.

Life is made up of compromises.