“When the bad bleeds, then is the tragedy good.”

“Surely we are all mad people, and theyWhom we think are, are not;”

“There are only three things which make life worth living: to be writing a tolerably good book, to be in a dinner party of six, and to be traveling south with someone whom your conscience permits you to love.”

“Never will I make that extra effort to live according to reality which alone makes good writing possible: hence the manic-depressiveness of my style,—which is either bright, cruel and superficial; or pessimistic; moth-eaten with self-pity”

“Joy is a subtle elf; I think one's happiest when he forgets himself.”

“When I write after dark the shades of evening scatter their purple through my prose.”

“We pay for vice by the knowledge that we are wicked; we pay for pleasure when we find out too late that we are nothing.”