Only by avoiding the beginning of things can we escape their end.
Slums may well be breeding grounds of crime, but middle class suburbs are incubators of apathy and delirium.
It is after creation, in the elation of success, or the gloom of failure, that love becomes essential.
There are only three things which make life worth living: to be writing a tolerably good book, to be in a dinner party of six, and to be traveling south with someone whom your conscience permits you to love.
The friendships which last are those wherein each friend respects the other's dignity to the point of not really wanting anything from him.
Civilization is an active deposit which is formed by the combustion of the Present with the Past. Neither in countries without a Present nor in those without a Past is it to be encountered. Proust in Venice, Matisse's birdcages overlooking the flower market at Nice, Gide on the seventeenth-century quais of Toulon, Lorca in Granada, Picasso by Saint-Germain-des-Prés: there lies civilization and for me it can exist only under those liberal regimes in which the Present is alive and therefore capable of assimilating the Past.
Life is a maze in which we take the wrong turning before we have learned to walk.
Beautiful women must think about their beauty as capitalists think about their investments or politicians about their majorities; it is all they have to insure their places in the world.
Failure on the other hand is infectious. The world is full of charming failures (for all charming people have something to conceal, usually their total dependence on the appreciation of others) and unless the writer is quite ruthless with these amiable footlers, they will drag him down with them.
Believing in Hell must distort every judgement on this life.
An author arrives at a good style when his language performs what is required of it without shyness.
It is the fear of middle-age in the young, of old-age in the middle-aged, which is the prime cause of infidelity, that infallible rejuvenator.
While thoughts exist, words are alive and literature becomes an escape, not from, but into living.
There is no hate without fear. Hate is crystallized fear, fear's dividend, fear objectivized. We hate what we fear and so where hate is, fear is lurking. Thus we hate what threatens our person, our liberty, our privacy, our income, our popularity, our vanity and our dreams and plans for ourselves. If we can isolate this element in what we hate we may be able to cease from hating... Hate is the consequence of fear; we fear something before we hate; a child who fears noises becomes the man who hates them.
There are many who dare not kill themselves for fear of what the neighbours will say.
The goal of every culture is to decay through over-civilization; the factors of decadence, -- luxury, skepticism, weariness and superstition, -- are constant. The civilization of one epoch becomes the manure of the next.
A stone lies in a river; a piece of wood is jammed against it; dead leaves, drifting logs, and branches caked with mud collect; weeds settle there, and soon birds have made a nest and are feeding their young among the blossoming water plants. Then the river rises and the earth is washed away. The birds depart, the flowers wither, the branches are dislodged and drift downward; no trace is left of the floating island but a stone submerged by the water; - such is our personality.
In the sex-war, thoughtlessness is a weapon of the male, vindictiveness of the female. Both are reciprocally generated, but a woman's desire for revenge outlasts all other emotion. Yet when every unkind word about women has been said, we have still to admit, with Byron, that they are nicer than men. They are more devoted, more unselfish and more emotionally sincere. When the long fuse of cruelty, deceit and revenge is set alight, it is male thoughtlessness which has fired it.
Idleness is only a coarse name for my infinite capacity for living in the present.
As repressed sadists are supposed to become policemen or butchers so those with an irrational fear of life become publishers.
Today the function of the artist is to bring imagination to science and science to imagination, where they meet, in the myth.
The man who is master of his passions is Reason's slave.
Melancholy and remorse forms the deep leaden keel which enables us to sail into the wind of reality.
The books I haven't written are better than the books other people have.
The dread of loneliness is greater than the fear of bondage, so we get married.
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