That complete statement which is literature.

Lies will flow from my lips, but there may perhaps be some truth mixed up with them.

To know whom to write for is to know how to write.

... the random talk of people who have no chance of immortality and thus can speak their minds out has a setting, often, of lights, streets, houses, human beings, beautiful or grotesque, which will weave itself into the moment for ever.

No sooner have you feasted on beauty with your eyes than your mind tells you that beauty is vain and beauty passes

Style is a very simple matter; it is all rhythm. Once you get that, you can't use the wrong words. But on the other hand here am I sitting after half the morning, crammed with ideas, and visions, and so on, and can't dislodge them, for lack of the right rhythm. Now this is very profound, what rhythm is, and goes far deeper than any words. A sight, an emotion, creates this wave in the mind, long before it makes words to fit it.

I prefer men to cauliflowers