Years passed; and he endured the idleness of his intelligence and the inertia of his heart.

Anything becomes interesting if you look at it long enough.

It's a delicious thing to write. To be no longer yourself but to move in an entire universe of your own creating.

Stupidity lies in wanting to draw conclusions.

The whole dream of democracy is to raise the proletarian to the level of stupidity attained by the bourgeois.

We think of women at every age: while still children, we fondle with a naïve sensuality the breasts of those grown-up girls kissing us and cuddling us in their arms; at the age of ten, we dream of love; at fifteen, love comes along; at sixty, it is still with us, and if dead men in their tombs have any thought in their heads, it is how to make their way underground to the nearby grave, lift the shroud of the dear departed women, and mingle with her in her sleep

One arrives at style only with atrocious effort, with fanatical and devoted stubbornness.