The Subjunctive Mood Is In Its Death

We Are Like People Living In A Country Whose Language They Know So Little That, With All Manner Of Beautiful And Profound Things To Say, They Are Condemned To The Banalities Of The Conversation Manual. Their Brain Is Seething With Ideas, And They Can Only Tell You That The Umbrella Of The Gardener's Aunt Is In The House.

What Mean And Cruel Things Men Can Do For The Love Of God.

Every Production Of An Artist Should Be The Expression Of An Adventure Of His Soul.

One Cannot Find Peace In Work Or In Pleasure, In The World Or In A Convent, But Only In One's Soul.

It Has Been Said That Good Prose Should Resemble The Conversation Of A Well-bred Man.