“Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you’ve got to say, and say it hot.”

Now go away then, and leave me alone. I don’t want any more of your meretricious persiflage.

They stood together in a false intimacy, a nervous contact. And he was in love with her.

Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.

Never trust the teller, trust the tale. The proper function of a critic is to save the tale from the artist who created it.

One sheds ones sickness in books- repeats and presents again ones emotions, to be master of them.

Their whole life depends on spending money, and now they’ve got none to spend. That’s our civilization and our education: bring up the masses to depend entirely on spending money, and then the money gives out.

He worked very hard, till nothing lived in him but his eyes.

They lived freely among the students, they argued with the men over philosophical, sociological and artistic matters, they were just as good as the men themselves: only better, since they were women.

Their words were only accidents in the mutual silence.

How she loved to listen when he thought only the horse could hear.

If you could only tell them that living and spending isn’t the same thing! But it’s no good. If only they were educated to live instead of earn and spend, they could manage very happily.

As we all know, too much of any divine thing is destruction

You’re spending your life without renewing it. You’ve got to be amused, properly healthily amused. You’re spending your vitality without making any. Can’t go on you know. Depression! Avoid depression!

I like to write when I feel spiteful. It is like having a good sneeze.

A little morphine in all the air. It would be wonderfully refreshing for everyone.

What one does in one’s art, that is the breath of one’s being. What one does in one’s life, that is a bagatelle for the outsiders to fuss about.

Hot women have to stop putting long paragraphs of text on their bodies. I know you think it’s sexy but one thing that men never think is, “Gee, you know what would make this sex better? Having something to read.”

If I were a food, I’d be a Chili because you know.. I’m hot.

The light’s hot, everything’s hot, I’m hot.

The hottest fires in hell are reserved for those who remain neutral in times of moral crisis.

A man may be hot but he’s not when he’s shot cause you can’t get a man with a gun.

The virtuous soul that is alone and without a master is like a long lone burning coal; it will grow colder rather than hotter.

There’s something about breaking up with someone – you just look hotter than you ever did before.

Beverages have to be created. And they’re created by looking at what trend is in, say, the fashion industry – what color’s hot right now.