There is no triumph of good, and if there were it would not be a triumph of good.

emotions really exist at the bottom of the personality or at the top. in the middle they are acted. this is why all the world is a stage.

Every book is the wreck of a perfect idea.

He was a sociologist; he had got into an intellectual muddle early on in life and never managed to get out.

The very madness of the scheme protects it.

Art is brief. (Not in a temporal sense.) [...] Words are for concealment. Art is concealment.

... when caught unawares I usually tell the truth, and what's duller than that?