For all men have but a little while to live and none knows his fate thereafter. So that a man possesses nothing certainly save a brief loan of his bo….

Everything in life is miraculous. For the sigil taught me that it rests within the power of each of us to awaken atwill from a dragging nightmare of ….

No person of quality ever remembers social restrictions save when considering how most piquantly to break them..

The man was not merely very human; he was humanity. And I reflected that it is only by preserving faith in human dreams that we may, after all, perha….

Man alone of animals plays the ape to his dreams ..

At all events, I do not mean to leave it unaltered..

What am I that I am called upon to have prejudices concerning the universe?.

I am willing to taste any drink once..

American literature was enriched with Men Who Loved Allison .... Of the actual and eventual worth of this romance I cannot pretend to be an unprejudi….

I was born, I think, with the desire to make beautiful books — brave books that would preserve the glories of the Dream untarnished, and would re-cre….

Here was the astounding fact: the race did go forward; the race did achieve; and in every way the race grew better. Progress through irrational and a….

Poetry is man's rebellion against being what he is..

The optimist sees a light at the end of the tunnel, the realist sees a train entering the tunnel, the pessimist sees a train speeding at him, hell fo….

Why is the King of Hearts the only one that hasn't a moustache?.

Life is very marvelous... and to the wonders of the earth there is no end appointed..

If we assiduously cultivate our powers of exaggeration, perhaps we, too, shall obtain the Paradise of Liars. And there Raphael shall paint for us sco….

There is not any memory with less satisfaction than the memory of some temptation we resisted..

A book , once it is printed and published, becomes individual. It is by its publication as decisively severed from its author as in parturition a chi….

I do that which I do in every place. Here also, at the gateway of that garden into which time has not entered, I fight with time my ever-losing battl….

I have read that the secret of gallantry is to accept the pleasures of life leisurely, and its inconveniences with a shrug; as well as that, among ot….

The touch of time does more than the club of Hercules..