I attain a different kind of beauty, achieve a symmetry by means of infinite discords, showing all the traces of the mind's passage through the world, achieve in the end some kind of whole made of shivering fragments.

Whenever you see a board up with "Trespassers will be prosecuted," trespass at once.

There is something about the present which we would not exchange, though we were offered a choice of all past ages to live in.

The mind which is most capable of receiving impressions is very often the least capable of drawing conclusions.

You would get longer livelier and more frequent letters from me, if it weren't for the Christian religion. How that bell tolling at the end of the garden, dum dum, dum dum, annoys me! Why is Christianity so insistent and so sad?

Romantic Love is only an Illusion. A story one makes up in One's Mind about Another Person.

Still, life had a way of adding day to day