What's yours is mine and what's mine is my own.
Writing in English is the most ingenious torture ever devised for sins committed in previous lives. The English reading public explains the reason why.
We are bound together by the sympathy of our antipathies.
...rapid motion through space elates one.
Interpretations of interpretations interpreted.
I could call my wandering thoughts together. I had hardly any patience with the serious work of life which, now that it stood between me and my desire, seemed to me child's play, ugly monotonous child's play.