Too much of anything is bad, but too much Champagne is just right.
Once upon a time all the men of mind and genius in the world became of one belief- that is to say, of no belief. But it wearied them to think that within a few years after their death many cults and s...
It occurred to me that there was no difference between men, in intelligence or race, so profound as the difference between the sick and the well.
Great art is the contempt of a great man for small art.
Very few of the people who accentuate the futility of life remark the futility of themselves. Perhaps they think that in proclaiming the evil of living they somehow salvage their own worth from the ru...
The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function.One should, for example, be able to see that thing...
The lights grow brighter as the earth lurches away from the sun.
If you're in love it ought to make you happy. You ought to laugh.
I can’t tell you just how wonderful she is. I don’t want you to know. I don’t want any one to know.
General Grant invented this kind of battle at Petersburg in sixty- five. No, he didn't--he just invented mass butchery. This kind of battle was invented by Lewis Carroll and Jules Verne and whoever wr...
Amory: I love you.Rosalind: I love you- now.
His day, usually a jelly-like creature, a shapeless, spineless thing, had attained Mesozoic structure. It was marching along surely, even jauntily, toward a climax, as a play should, as a day should....
Probably more than any concrete vice or failing Amory despised his own personality - he loathed knowing that to-morrow and the thousand days after he would sell pompously at a compliment and sulk at a...
Grown up, and that is a terribly hard thing to do. It is much easier to skip it and go from one childhood to another.
For awhile after you quit Keats all other poetry seems to be only whistling or humming.
My imagination persisted in sticking horrors into the dark- so I stuck my imagination into the dark instead, and let it look out at me.
There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams -- not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyo...
Then she added in a sort of childish delight: 'We'll be poor, won't we? Like people in books. And I'll be an orphan and utterly free. Free and poor! What fun!' She stopped and raised her lips to him i...
People living alone get used to loneliness.
It was always the becoming he dreamed of, never the being.