Come, Let’s Be Calm: No One Incapable

All You Have To Do To Make Something Interesting Is To Look At It Long Enough.

Better To Work For Yourself Alone. You Do As You Like And Follow Your Own Ideas, You Admire Yourself And Please Yourself: Isn’t That The Main Thing? And Then The Public Is So Stupid. Besides, Who Reads? And What Do They Read? And What Do They Admire?

There Was An Air Of Indifference About Them, A Calm Produced By The Gratification Of Every Passion; And Through Their Manners Were Suave, One Could Sense Beneath Them That Special Brutality Which Comes From The Habit Of Breaking Down Half-hearted Resistances That Keep One Fit And Tickle One’s Vanity—the Handling Of Blooded Horses, The Pursuit Of Loose Women.

For Him The Universe Did Not Extend Beyond The Circumference Of Her Petticoat.

You Need A High Degree Of Corruption Or A Very Big Heart To Love Absolutely Everything