Man is a hating rather than a loving animal.

The memory, experiencing and re-experiencing, has such power over one's mere personal life, that one has merely lived.

Time spent in a casino is time given to death, a foretaste of the hour when one's flesh will be diverted to the purposes of the worm and not of the will.

A copy of the universe is not what is required of art; one of the damned things is ample.

Great music is in a sense serene; it is certain of the values it asserts.

Most magazines have that look of being predestined to be left which one sees on the faces of the women whose troubles bring them to the Law Courts.

Humanity is never more sphinxlike than when it is expressing itself.