bad literature of the sort called amusing is spiritual gin.
A girl of eighteen imagines the feelings behind the face that has moved her with its sympathetic youth as easily as primitive people imagined the humors of the gods in fair weather. What is she to believe in if not in this vision woven from within?
It is always fatal to have music or poetry interrupted.
Self-consciousness of the manner is the expensive substitute for simplicity.
I have the conviction that excessive literary production is a social offence.
Power of generalizing gives men so much the superiority in mistake over the dumb animals.