What depresses me is the inevitable way the second rate forges ahead and the deserving is left behind.
It is human nature to overestimate the thing you've never had.
Words, like acts, become stale when they are repeated.
Experience has taught me that the only cruelties people condemn are those with which they do not happen to be familiar.
I revolted from sentimentality, less because it was false than because it was cruel.
... to be "literary" appeared to my deluded innocence as an unending romance.