His style is chaos illumined by flashes of lightning. As a writer he has mastered everything except language.
The English public always feels perfectly at ease when a mediocrity is talking to it.
Nothing is so aggravating than calmness.
One should either be a work of art, or wear a work of art.
Women are never disarmed by compliments. Men always are. That is the difference between the sexes.
Action is limited and relative. Unlimited and absolute is the vision of him who sits at ease and watches, who walks in loneliness and dreams.