If there is anything more annoying in the world than having people talk about you, it is certainly having no one talk about you.

Man is a being with myriad lives and myriad sensations, a complex, multiform creature that bears within itself strange legacies of thought and passion, and whose very flesh is tainted with the monstrous maladies of the dead.

Books are never finished, They are merely abandoned.

There are times when sorrow seems to me to be the only truth.

Perhaps in nearly every joy, as certainly in every pleasure, cruelty has its place.

I like persons better than principles, and I like persons with no principles better than anything else in the world.

I made art a philosophy, and philosophy an art.