What a heavy oar the pen is, and what a strong current ideas are to row in!

I go from exasperation to a state of collapse, then I recover and go from prostration to Fury, so that my average state is one of being annoyed.

I have no use for the kind of God who goes walking in his garden with a stick, sends his friends to live in the bellies of whales, gives up the ghost with a groan and then comes back to life three days later!

When you reduce a woman to writing, she makes you think of a thousand other women

We swung between madness and suicide ... it was beautiful!

There are some men whose only mission among others is to act as intermediaries; one crosses them like bridges and keeps going.

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.