Oh, don't cough, Ernest. When one is dictating one should speak fluently and not cough. Besides, I don't know how to spell a cough.
No, you don't feel it now. Some day, when you are old and wrinkled and ugly, when thought has seared your forehead with its lines, and passion branded your lips with itshideous fires, you will feel it...
My experience is that as soon as people are old enough to know better, they don't know anything at all.
Most people live for love and admiration. But it is by love and admiration that we should live.
Misfortunes one can endure--they come from outside, they are accidents. But to suffer for one's own faults--ah!--there is the sting of life.
Life is terrible. It rules us, we do not rule it.
Life is one fool thing after another whereas love is two fool things after each other.
Life is not governed by will or intention. Life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams.
If a man treats life artistically, his brain is his heart
I'll bet you anything you like that half an hour after they have met, they will be calling each other sister.Women only do that when they have called each other a lot of other things first.
I think you are wrong, Basil, but I won't argue with you. It is only the intellectually lost who ever argue.
I like talking to a brick wall- it's the only thing in the world that never contradicts me!
I have grown to love secrecy. It seems to be the one thing that can make modern life mysterious or marvelous to us. The commonest thing is delightful if only one hides it.
I hate vulgar realism in literature. The man who would call a spade a spade should be compelled to use one.
I don't know that women are always rewarded for being charming. I think they are usually punished for it!
I am too fond of reading books to care to write them.
I am happy in my prison of passion
Human life--that appeared to him the one thing worth investigating. Compared to it there was nothing else of any value. It was true that as one watched life in its curious crucible of pain and pleasur...
For he who lives more lives than oneMore deaths than one must die.
Experience is a question of instinct about life.