He had no strength for any other war than his own solitary struggle to keep alive.

We are American at puberty. We die French.

I am annoyed to find myself continually described by people whom I have never set eyes on as bad-tempered.

How ungenerously in later life we disclaim the virtuous moods of our youth, living in retrospect long, summer days of unreflecting dissipation.

Words have basic inalienable meanings, departure from which is either conscious metaphor or inexcusable vulgarity.

Almost all crime is due to the repressed desire for aesthetic expression.

I did not know it was possible to be so miserable and live but I am told that this is a common experience.