Devices which in some curious new way imitate nature are attractive to simple minds.

A work of art has no importance whatever to society. It is only important to the individual, and only the individual reader is important to me. I don't give a damn for the group, the community, the masses, and so forth.

Poor Knight! he really had two periods, the firsta dull man writing broken English, the seconda broken man writing dull English.

My heart was a hysterical unreliable organ.

The lost glove is happy.

I have no desires, save the desire to express myself in defiance of all the world’s muteness.

...for the human brain can become the best torture house of all those it has invented, established and used in a millions of years, in millions of lands, on millions of howling creatures.