Read in order to live.

I spent the morning putting in a comma and the afternoon removing it.

I invite all brats to throw their cookies at the baker's head if they're not sweet, winos to chuck their wine if it's bad, the dying to shuck their souls when they croak, and men to throw their existence in God's face when it's bitter

You can calculate the worth of a man by the number of his enemies, and the importance of a work of art by the harm that is spoken of it.

And indeed, what is better than to sit by one's fireside in the evening with a book, while the wind beats against the window and the lamp is buring?

Beautiful things spoil nothing.

I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within.