Nonsense is so good only because common sense is so limited.

One real world is enough.

Chaos is a name for any order that produces confusion in our minds.

A buoyant and full-blooded soul has quick senses and miscellaneous sympathies: it changes with the changing world; and when not too much starved or thwarted by circumstances, it finds all things vivid and comic. Life is free play fundamentally and would like to be free play altogether.

I feel so much the continual death of everything and everybody, and have so learned to reconcile myself to it, that the final and official end loses most of its impressiveness.

The Fates, like an absent-minded printer, seldom allow a single line to stand perfect and unmarred.

Nothing is really so poor and melancholy as art that is interested in itself and not in its subject.