there is only one thing we do know and that is that we do not know anything.

Writing was my real life and I was more at home with the people of my imagination than with the best I met in the objective world.

her age was that indeterminate mixture of everlasting youth and anticipated wisdom which is the glory and the curse of genius.

The only real rival of love is Art, for that in itself is a deep personal passion, its function an act of creation, fed by some mysterious perversion of sex, and demanding all the imagination's activities.

Civilization in certain respects is as inadequate as it was a thousand years ago.

I have come to the conclusion that the modern interpretation of the Declaration of Independence is something like this: I am as good as those that think themselves better and a long sight better than those who only think themselves as good.

The French are a race of individuals. There is no type.