My temperament is not inclined toward more self-promotion than is absolutely necessary for my professional well-being.

To devote oneself to vigilance when the enemy is an imaginary one is idle, and to congratulate oneself for looking long and well for a foe that is not coming is foolish and sinful. My life has been a waste.

I hate no one, sir. It seems a waste of emotional energy.

When you know that something is dying inside you, you learn not to put much trust in the random vitalities of the fleeting moment.

Autobiography. Apparently one should not name the names of those one has been to bed with, or give explicit figures on the amount of money one has earned, those being the two data most eagerly sought by readers; all the rest is legitimate to reveal.

Ignorance can't be pardoned. Only cured.

Men of great spirit are at high risk at a time when small souls rule the world.