Let us sculpt in hopeless silence all our dreams of speaking.

Life is good, but Wine is better.

Why is art beautiful? Because it's useless. Why is life ugly? Because it's all ends and purposes and intentions.

A great emotion is too selfish ; it takes into itself all the blood of the spirit, and the congestion leaves the hands too cold to write. Three sorts of emotion produce great poetry - strong but quick emotions, seized upon for art as soon as they have passed, but not before they have passed ; strong and deep emotions in their remembrance along time after ; and false emotions, that is to say, emotions felt in the intellect. Not insincerity, but a translated sincerity, is the basis of all art.

If I write what I feel, it's to reduce the fever of feeling. What I confess is unimportant, because everything is unimportant.

To choose ways of not acting was ever the concern and scruple of my life.

To narrate is to create, for living is just being lived.