Writing is conscience, scruple, and the farming of our ancestors.

A man who can be entertaining for a full day will be in his grave by night-fall.

I would rather take hellebore than spend a conversation with a good, little man.

We are uneasy with an affectionate man, for we are positive he wants something of us, particularly our love.

Men are mad most of their lives; few live sane, fewer die so. The acts of people are baffling unless we realize that their wits are disordered. Man is driven to justice by his lunacy.

Intellectual sodomy, which comes from the refusal to be simple about plain matters, is as gross and abundant today as sexual perversion and they are nowise different from one another.

We cannot live, suffer or die for somebody else, for suffering is too precious to be shared.