Of all damnable offenses preaching prudence to the young is the most damnable.

When I die, I hope to think I have annoyed a great many people.

[On an anarchist acquaintance:] Everything in appearance the most alarmist aunt could wish.

Idleness is righteous if it is comfortable. Uncomfortable idleness is sin & sinful waste.

When other helpers fail and comforts flee, when the senses decay and the mind moves in a narrower and narrower circle, when the grasshopper is a burden and the postman brings no letters, and even the Royal Family is no longer quite what it was, an obituary column stands fast.

Only two things are real to me: my love and my death. In between them, I merely exist as a scatter of senses.

To think of losing is to lose already.