I could come back to America..to die..but never, never to live.

Novelist-Citizen of Two Countries Interpreter of his Generation on both Sides of the Sea.

Ideas are, in truth, force.

A swift carriage, of a dark night, rattling with four horses over roads that one can’t see--that’s my idea of happiness.

Of course you're always at liberty to judge the critic. Judge people as critics, however, and you'll condemn them all!

There are moods in which one feels the impulse to enter a tacit protest against too gross an appetite for pure aesthetics in this starving and sinning world. One turns half away, musingly, from certain beautiful useless things.

The only success worth one's powder was success in the line of one's idiosyncrasy... what was talent but the art of being completely whatever one happened to be?