All criticism is a form of autobiography

It is only the intellectually lost who ever argue.

Anybody can write a three-volume novel. It merely requires a complete ignorance of both life and literature.

Self-denial is the shining sore on the leprous body of Christianity.

I have pleasures, and passions, but the joy of life is gone. I am going under: the morgue yawns for me. I go and look at my zinc-bed there. After all, I had a wonderful life, which is, I fear, over.

The cities of America are inexpressibly tedious. The Bostonians take their learning too sadly; culture with them is an accomplishment rather than an atmosphere; their Hub, as they call it, is the paradise of prigs. Chicago is a sort of monster-shop, full of bustles and bores. Political life at Washington is like political life in a suburban vestry. Baltimore is amusing for a week, but Philadelphia is dreadfully provincial; and though one can dine in New York one could not dwell there.

Consistency is the last refuge of the unimagininative.