...If I continued to harbour any hope for music it lay in the expectation that a musician might come who was sufficiently bold, subtle, malicious, southerly, superhealthy to confront that music and in an immortal fashion take revenge on it.

Objectivity and justice have nothing to do with one another.

Woman learns how to hate in proportion as she forgets how to charm.

All truths are bloody truths to me.

Never to talk about oneself is a very refined form of hypocrisy.

One will rarely err if extreme actions be ascribed to vanity, ordinary actions to habit, and mean actions to fear.

Life is hard to bear: but do not affect to be so delicate! We are all of us fine sumpter asses and assesses.