I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within.
Writing is a dog's life, but the only life worth living.
The future is the worst thing about the present.
The author, in his work, must be like God in the Universe, present everywhere and visible nowhere.
Of all lies, art is the least untrue.
Of all possible debauches, traveling is the greatest that I know; that's the one they invented when they got tired of all the others.