La difficulte d'ecrire l'anglais m'est extremement ennuyeuse. Ah, mon Dieu ! si l'on pouvait toujours ecrire cette belle langue de France!

O let us love our occupations, Bless the squire and his relations, Live upon our daily rations, And always know our proper stations.

It was a good thing to have a couple of thousand people all rigid and frozen together, in the palm of one's hand.

I am quite serious when I say that I do not believe there are, on the whole earth besides, so many intensified bores as in these United States. No man can form…

I'll never write another novel on an electric typewriter. I'd rather use a sharp stick and a little pile of dogshit.

I rhyme To see myself, to set the darkness echoing.

I cannot get from the nature of the proposition to the individual logical operations!!! That is, I cannot bring out how far the proposition is the picture of t…