There is only one failure in life possible, and that is not to be true to the best one knows.

We are all of us born in moral stupidity, taking the world as an udder to feed our supreme selves

Eros has degenerated; he began by introducing order and harmony, and now he brings back chaos.

I beg your pardon: correct English is the slang of prigs who write history and essays. And the strongest slang of all is the slang of poets.

Friendships begin with liking or gratitude- roots that can be pulled up.

Art is the nearest thing to life; it is a mode of amplifying experience and extending our contact with our fellow men beyond the bounds of our personal lot.

For character too is a process and an unfolding. . . among our valued friends is there not someone or other who is a little too self confident and disdainful. . . .