I Live Absolutely Like An Oyster.

What Wretched Poverty Of Language! To Compare Stars To Diamonds!

I Hate That Which We Have Decided To Call Realism, Even Though I Have Been Made One Of Its High Priests.

L'ide E Seule Est E Ternelle Et Ne Cessaire. The Idea Alone Is Eternal And Necessary.

The Writer Must Wade Into Life As Into The Sea, But Only Up To The Navel.

Oh, If I Had Been Loved At The Age Of Seventeen, What An Idiot I Would Be Today. Happiness Is Like Smallpox: If You Catch It Too Soon, It Can Completely Ruin Your Constitution.