Writing in English is like throwing mud at a wall.

The Westerly Wind asserting his sway from the south-west quarter is often like a monarch gone mad, driving forth with wild imprecations the most faithful of his courtiers to shipwreck, disaster, and death.

A fool has more ideas than a wise man can foresee.

All a man can betray is his conscience.

Let them think what they liked, but I didn't mean to drown myself. I meant to swim till I sank -- but that's not the same thing.

Any work that aspires, however humbly, to the condition of art should carry its justification in every line.

I had no particular desire to enlighten them, but I had some difficulty in restraining myself from laughing in their faces, so full of stupid importance.