Enthusiasm is rude.

I sometimes think, with a sad delight, that if one day, in a future I no longer belong to, these sentences, that I write, last with praise, I will at last have…

My God, my God, who am I attending to? How many am I? Who is me? What is this interval between me and me?

To think is to destroy. The very process of thought indicates it for the same thought, as thinking is decomposing.

You can deny all you want that there is etiquette, and a lot of people do in everyday life. But if you behave in a way that offends the people you're trying to…

Although there exist many thousand subjects for elegant conversation, there are persons who cannot meet a cripple without talking about feet.

O fie, miss, you must not kiss and tell.