Eccentricity is not, as dull people would have us believe, a form of madness. It is often a kind of innocent pride, and the man of genius and the aristocrat are frequently regarded as eccentrics because genius and aristocrat are entirely unafraid of and uninfluenced by the opinions and vagaries of the crowd.
I'm not the man to balk at a low smell, I not the man to insist on asphodel. This sounds like a He-fellow, don't you think? It sounds like that. I belch, I bawl, I drink.
I have often wished I had time to cultivate modesty. But I am too busy thinking about myself.
I am patient with stupidity, but not with those who are proud of it.
The poet speaks to all men of that other life of theirs that they have smothered and forgotten.
Still falls the rain -- dark as the world of man, black as our loss -- blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails upon the Cross.
My personal hobbies are reading, listening to music, and silence.
Good taste is the worst vice ever invented.
Hot water is my native element. I was in it as a baby, and I have never seemed to get out of it ever since.
Vulgarity is, in reality, nothing but a modern, chic, pert descendant of the goddess Dullness.