There's many a true word spoken in jest.

I am damnably sick of Italy, Italian and Italians, outrageously, illogically sick.... I hate to think that Italians ever did anything in the way of art.... What did they do but illustrate a page or so of the New Testament! They themselves think they have a monopoly in the line. I am dead tired of their bello and bellezza.

Satan, really, is the romantic youth of Jesus re-appearing for a moment.

The pleasures of love lasts but a fleeting but the pledges of life outlusts a lieftime.

...rapid motion through space elates one.

By his monstrous way of life he seemed to have put himself beyond the limits of reality. Nothing moved him or spoke to him from the real world unless he heard it in an echo of the infuriated cries within him.

Life is too short to read a bad book.