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

A bone to the dog is not charity. Charity is the bone shared with the dog, when you are just as hungry as the dog.

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

Love cannot in its very nature be peaceful or content. It is a restlessness, an unsatisfaction. I can grant a lasting love just as I can grant a lasting unsatisfaction; but the lasting love cannot be coupled with possession, for love is pain and desire and possession is easement and fulfilment.

So that was the way. No fair play. Once down, that was the end of you.

Denied the outlet, through play, of his energies, he recoiled upon himself and developed his mental processes. He became cunning; he had idle time in which to devote himself to thoughts of trickery.

I love the flesh. I'm a pagan. "Who are they who speak evil of the clay? The very stars are made of clay like mine!"