Art, like morality, consists of drawing the line somewhere.

All art is a revolt against man’s fate.

I hate the whole race. There is no believing a word they say—your professional poets, I mean—there never existed a more worthless set than Byron and his friends for example.

Write while the heat is in you. The writer who postpones the recording of his thoughts uses an iron which has cooled to burn a hole with. He cannot inflame the minds of his audience.

Nowadays three witty turns of phrase and a lie make a writer.