Writing in English is like throwing mud at a wall.

All roads are long which lead to one's heart's desire.

The revolutionary spirit is mighty convenient in this, that it frees one from all scruples as regards ideas. Its hard absolute optimism is repulsive to my mind by the menace of fanaticism and intolerance it contains. No doubt one should smile at these things; but, imperfect Esthete, I am no better Philosopher. All claim to special righteousness awakens in me that scorn and anger from which a philosophical mind should be free.

A ship in dock, surrounded by quays and the walls of warehouses, has the appearance of a prisoner meditating upon freedom in the sadness of a free spirit put under restraint.

I remember my youth... the feeling that I could last forever, outlast the sea, the earth, and all men.

It's only those who do nothing that make no mistakes, I suppose.

As a general rule, a reputation is built on manner as much as on achievement.