Fallen leaves lying on the grass in the November sun bring more happiness than the daffodils
A lazy person, whatever the talents with which he starts out, have condemned himself to second-rate thoughts, and to second-rate friends
We are all serving a life sentence in the dungeon of the self.
The past is the only dead thing that smells sweet.
There cannot be a personal God without a pessimistic religion. As soon as there is a personal God he is a disappointing God.
The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication that is why so many bad artists are unable to give it up.
The one way to get thin is to re-establish a purpose in life.
When young we are faithful to individuals, when older we grow loyal to situations and to types.
The more books we read, the clearer it becomes that the true function of a writer is to produce a masterpiece and that no other task is of any consequence.
The civilized are those who get more out of life than the uncivilized, and for this we are not likely to be forgiven.
As repressed sadists are supposed to become policemen or butchers so those with an irrational fear of life become publishers.
A lazy person, whatever the talents with which he set out, will have condemned himself to second-hand thoughts and to second-rate friends.
There is no more sombre enemy of good art than the pram in the hall.
The dread of lonliness is greater than the fear of bondage, so we get married.
Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self.
There are many who dare not kill themselves for fear of what the neighbours will say.
We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.
Vulgarity is the garlic in the salad of life.
Imprisoned in every fat man a thin man is wildly signaling to be let out.
Idleness is only a coarse name for my infinite capacity for living in the present.
No taste is so acquired as that for someone else's quality of mind.
The dread of loneliness is greater than the fear of bondage, so we get married.
The true function of a writer is to produce a masterpiece and no other task is of any consequence.
In the sex war, thoughtlessness is the weapon of the male, vindictiveness of the female.
Art is an absolute mistress she will not be coquetted with or slighted she requires the most entire self-devotion, and she repays with grand triumphs.