You see, nothing matters except pleasure - which is the opposite of happiness, its tragic part, I expect.

I am just a refugee from the long slow toothache of English life. It is terrible to love life so much you can hardly breathe!

The memory of man is as old as misfortune

It is the duty of every patriot to hate his country creatively.

The artist's work constitutes the only satisfactory relationship he can have with his fellow men since he seeks his real friends among the dead and the unborn.

Life, the raw material, is only lived in potentia until the artist deploys it in his work.

I have decided to leave Clea’s last letter un-answered. I no longer wish to coerce anyone, to make promises, to think of life in terms of compacts, resolutions, covenants. It will be up to Clea to interpret my silence according to her own needs and desires, to come to me if she has need or not, as the case may be. Does not everything depend on our interpretation of the silence around us?