The flattery of posterity is not worth much more than contemporary flattery, which is worth nothing.

To bless thine enemy is a good way to satisfy thy vanity.

I do not write for a select minority, which means nothing to me, nor for that adulated platonic entity known as ‘The Masses’. Both abstractions, so dear to the demagogue, I disbelieve in. I write for myself and for my friends, and I write to ease the passing of time.

Let others pride themselves about how many pages they have written; I'd rather boast about the ones I've read.

He consorted with prostitutes and poets...and with persons even worse.

This web of time--the strands of which approach one another, bifurcate, intersect or ignore eachother through the centuries--embrace every posibility.

Once I am dead, there will be no lack of pious hands to throw me over the railing; my grave will be the fathomless air; my body will sink endlessly and decay and dissolve in the wind generated by the fall, which is infinite.