Loneliness is more likely to lead to fussy housekeeping than to grand views of the Universe.

Some loves are like a vice that has ceased to give pleasure.

I dream of summing everything up in the greatest sentence ever written.

The desire to create literature leads to frights, grunts, and coy looks.

The nature of language may determine what most people say, but I always speak my own meaning.

The soul is no longer honored as it once was, but it still keeps appetite from being the measure of all things.

Never invite to dinner: those who won't decide until the last minute; those who come more than half an hour late; those who want to bring along two or three friends; drunks; monologists; those who stay until three o'clock in the morning; those who think that conversation means having an argument; those who take a high moral tone; those who are stupid, ugly, or dull. Enforcement of these rules will enable one to eat alone every night in comfort.