I write for no other purpose than to add to the beauty that now belongs to me.

There is such a thing as anaesthesia of pain, engendered by pain too exquisite to be borne.

This expression of abandon and surrender, of absolute trust, he reserved for the master alone.

A good joke will sell quicker than a good poem, and, measured in sweat and blood, will bring better remuneration.

The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings.

The loneliness of the man is slowly being borne in upon me. There is not a man aboard but hates or fears him, nor is there a man whom he does not despise.

I was five years old the first time I got drunk.