Adjectives are the sugar of literature and adverbs the salt.
Art is nothing more than the shadow of humanity.
You think too much.' 'I suppose I do; but I can’t help it, my mind is so terribly active. When I give myself, I give myself. I pay the penalty in my headaches, my famous headaches--a perfect circlet of pain! But I carry it as a queen carries her crown.
One doesn't defend one's god: one's god is in himself a defense.
In the long run an opinion often borrows credit from the forbearance of its patrons.
The visible world is but man turned inside out that he may be revealed to himself.