Writing is a wholetime job: no professional writer can afford only to write when he feels like it.

Tolerance is only another name for indifference.

If nobody spoke unless he had something to say, the human race would very soon lose the use of speech.

Impropriety is the soul of wit.

It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it.

Art is triumphant when it can use convention as an instrument of its own purpose.

This love was a torment, and he resented bitterly the subjugation in which it held him; he was a prisoner and he longed for freedom. Sometimes he awoke in the morning and felt nothing; his soul leaped, for he thought he was free; he loved no longer; but in a little while, as he grew wide awake, the pain settled in his heart, and he knew that he was not cured yet.