Solvency is entirely a matter of temperament and not of income.

But why wasn't I born, alas, in an age of Adjectives; why can one no longer write of silver-shedding Tears and moon-tailed Peacocks, of eloquent Death, of the Negro and star-enameled Night?

How can they say my life is not a success? Have I not for more than sixty years got enough to eat and escaped being eaten?

It's an odd thing about this universe that, though we all disagree with each other, we are all of us always in the right.

All my life, as down an abyss without a bottom. I have been pouring van loads of information into that vacancy of oblivion I call my mind.

Those who set out to serve both God and Mammon soon discover that there isn't a God.

Style is a magic wand, and turns everything to gold that it touches.