Anything becomes interesting if you look at it long enough.

A good sentence in prose should be like a good line in poetry, unchangeable, as rhythmic, as sonorous.

The idea of bringing someone into the world fills me with horror. I would curse myself if I were a father. A son of mine! Oh no, no, no! May my entire flesh perish and may I transmit to no one the aggravations and the disgrace of existence.

She was the amoureuse of all the novels, the heroine of all the plays, the vague “she” of all the poetry books.

I took Eugene Sue's Arthur from the reading-room. It's indescribable, enough to make you vomit. You have to read this to realize the pitifulness of money, success, and the public. Literature has become consumptive. It spits and slobbers, covers its blisters with salve and sticking-plaster, and has grown bald from too much hair-slicking. It would take Christ of art to cure this leper.

Success as I see it is a result, not a goal.

Read in order to live.