All our acts, reasoned and unreasoned, are selfish
The inability to forget is far more devastating than the inability to remember.
Is the human race a joke? Was it devised and patched together in a dull time when there was nothing important to do?
Delicacy - a sad, sad false delicacy - robs literature of the two best things among its belongings: Family-circle narratives & obscene stories.
Every time I read a Jane Austen novel, I feel like a bartender at the gates of heaven.
On with the dance, let the joy be unconfined.