I sometimes think that God in creating man somewhat overestimated his ability.

There are few of us who have not sometimes wakened before dawn, either after one of those dreamless nights that make one almost enamoured of death, or one of those nights of horror and misshapen joy, when through the chambers of the brain sweep phantoms more terrible than reality itself, and instinct with that vivid life that lurks in all grotesques, and that lends to Gothic art its enduring vitality, this art being, one might fancy, especially the art of those whose minds have been troubled with the malady of reverie.

I have a simple taste, only the best.

The past could always be annihilated. Regret, denial, or forgetfulness could do that. But the future was inevitable.

America had often been discovered before Columbus, but it had always been hushed up.

One should always be a little improbable.

How marriage ruins a man! It is as demoralizing as cigarettes, and far more expensive.