There wouldn't be half as much fun in the world if it weren't for children and men, and there ain't a mite of difference between them under the skins.

I had no place in any coterie, or in any reciprocal self-advertising. I stood alone. I stood outside. I wanted only to learn. I wanted only to write better.

No matter how vital experience might be while you lived it, no sooner was it ended and dead than it became as lifeless as the piles of dry dust in a school history book.

The world of the egotist is, inevitably, a narrow world, and the boundaries of self are limited to the close horizon of personality.... But, within this horizon, there is room for many attributes that are excellent.

To drink for pleasure may be a distraction, but to drink from misery is always a danger.

So long as the serpent continues to crawl on the ground, the primary influence of woman will be indirect.

The nearer she came to death, the more, by some perversity of nature, did she enjoy living.