It is certain that we cannot escape anguish, for we are anguish.

Besides one should not believe that the people only want reading that is easy to absorb.

It disturbs me no more to find men base, unjust, or selfish than to see apes mischievous, wolves savage, or the vulture ravenous.

One should commit no stupidity twice, the variety of choice is, in the end, large enough.

Neither sex, without some fertilization of the complimentary characters of the other, is capable of the highest reaches of human endeavor.

It is too early to love. We will buy the right to do so by shedding blood.

If literature isn't everything, it's not worth a single hour of someone's trouble.