...one of the traits of genius is not to drag its thought through the rut worn by vulgar minds.
To seem sorrowful is not in good taste: You're supposed to seem bored.
A novel is like a bow, and the violin that produces the sound is the reader's soul.
The worst of prison life, he thought, was not being able to close his door.
The only unhappiness is a life of boredom.
This is the curse of our age, even the strangest aberrations are no cure for boredom.