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

youth is a marvelous garment

The bicycle is the most civilized conveyance known to man. Other forms of transport grow daily more nightmarish. Only the bicycle remains pure in heart.

Art is a kind of artificial memory and the pain which attends all serious art is a sense of that factitiousness.

Moralistic is not moral. And as for truth - well, it's like brown - it's not in the spectrum. Truth is so generic.

Nothing is more maddening than being questioned by the object of one's interest about the object of hers, should that object not be you.

Intense mutual erotic love, love which involves with the flesh all the most refined sexual being of the spirit, which reveals and perhaps even ex nihilo creates spirit as sex, is comparatively rare in this inconvenient world.