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.

I think it had whispered to him things about himself which he did not know, things of which he had no conception till he took counsel with this great solitude - and the whisper had proved irresistibly fascinating. It echoed loudly within him because he was hollow at the core.

We owe much to the fruitful meditation of our sages, but a sane view of life is, after all, elaborated mainly in the kitchen.

The question is not how to get cured, but how to live.

Everything belonged to him--but that was a trifle. The thing to know was what he belonged to, how many powers of darkness claimed him for their own.

It is a maudlin and indecent verity that comes out through the strength of wine.

Give me the right word and the right accent and I will move the world.