Spring is strictly sentimental, self-regarding; but I burn more careless in the autumn bonfire.

One cannot overestimate the power of a good rancorous hatred on the part of the stupid. The stupid have so much more industry and energy to expend on hating. They build it up like coral insects.

[John Craske] painted like a man giving witness under oath to a wild story.

General de Gaulle is again pictured in our newspapers, looking as usual like an embattled codfish.

Truth has beauty, power, and necessity.

But what are wishes, compared with longings?

I wish I could write librettos for the rest of my life. It is the purest of human pleasures, a heavenly hermaphroditism of being both writer and musician. No wonder that selfish beast Wagner kept it all to himself.