Language is wine upon the lips.
It's not catastrophes, murders, deaths, diseases, that age and kill us; it's the way people look and laugh, and run up the steps of omnibuses.
It seems as if an age of genius must be succeeded by an age of endeavour; riot and extravagance by cleanliness and hard work.
It is the nature of the artist to mind excessively what is said about him. Literature is strewn with the wreckage of men who have minded beyond reason the opinions of others.
Mental fight means thinking against the current, not with it. It is our business to puncture gas bags and discover the seeds of truth.
We can best help you to prevent war not by repeating your words and following your methods but by finding new words and creating new methods.
You cannot find peace by avoiding life.
Yet, it is true, poetry is delicious; the best prose is that which is most full of poetry.
Yet it is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes comes to the top.
Women have served all these centuries as looking glasses possessing the power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size.
Why are women... so much more interesting to men than men are to women?
Who shall measure the hat and violence of the poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?
If you insist upon fighting to protect me, or 'our' country, let it be understood soberly and rationally between us that you are fighting to gratify a sex instinct which I cannot share; to procure benefits where I have not shared and probably will not share.
When the shriveled skin of the ordinary is stuffed out with meaning, it satisfies the senses amazingly.
We are nauseated by the sight of trivial personalities decomposing in the eternity of print.