The pause - that impressive silence, that eloquent silence, that geometrically progressive silence which often achieves a desired effect where no combination of words, howsoever felicitous, could accomplish it.

I couldn't bear to think about it; and yet, somehow, I couldn't think about nothing else.

Fame is a vapor, popularity an accident; the only earthly certainty is oblivion.

Don't part with your illusions. When they are gone, you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.

When whole races and peoples conspire to propagate gigantic mute lies in the interest of tyrannies and shams, why should we care anything about the trifling lies told by individuals?

Priapism is what happens when someone gets strangulated to the point of hypoxia.

Too much is just enough.