The French are a race of individuals. There is no type.
No loose fish enters our quiet bay.
I want books written out of a brain and heart and soul crowded and vital with Life, spelled with a big L. I want poetry bursting with passion. I don't care a hang for the 'verbal felicities.' They'll do for the fringe, but I want the garment to warm me first.
A little superstition is a good thing to keep in one's bag of precautions.
there is only one thing we do know and that is that we do not know anything.
It is a pretty trick of authors to make nature ever in sympathy with man, but as a matter of fact she seldom is.