The square root of I is I.

No difference exists between American and European manners. A proletarian from Chicago can be just as Philistine as an English duke.

Was she really beautiful? Was she at least what they call attractive? She was exasperation, she was torture.

A major writer combines these three - storyteller, teacher, enchanter - but it is the enchanter in him that predominates and makes him a major writer.

Mnemosyne, one must admit, has shown herself to be a very careless girl.

My characters are galley slaves.

Long after her death I felt her thoughts floating through mine. Long before we met we had had the same dreams. We compared notes. We found strange affinities. The same June of the same year (1919) a stray canary had fluttered into her house and mine, in two widely separated countries. Oh, Lolita, had you love me thus!