The happiness of writers is the thought that can be entirely emotion and the emotion that can be entirely thought.

To find peace in the presence of the faultless is the desire of the one who seeks excellence; and is not nothingness a form of perfection?

You will lead$$$ you will strike up the march of the future$$$ boys will swear by your name$$$ and thanks to your madness they will no longer need to be mad.

Mere knowledge of human psychology would in itself infallibly make us despondent if we were not cheered and kept alert by the satisfaction of expressing it.

What pleases the public is lively and vivid delineation which makes no demands on the intellect; but passionate and absolutist youth can only be enthralled by a problem.

What an absurd torture for the artist to know that an audience identifies him with a work that$$$ within himself$$$ he has moved beyond and that was merely a game played with something in which he does not believe.

Total paranoia is just total awareness.

But she pursued them through their tangled lair And caught them$$$ and put fire-flies in their hair; And then they all joined hands$$$ and round and round They danced a morris on the moonlit ground.

For it is better that we slay a coward$$$ than through a coward all we to be slain.

His decision had been made in the valley$$$ and it lay as an iron warp in his mind. He could have turned back no more easily than he could have killed himself.