New York is the meeting place of the peoples, the only city where you can hardly find a typical American.
The heart of the jealous knows the best and most satisfying love, that of the other's bed, where the rival perfects the lover's imperfections.
Well, isn't Bohemia a place where everyone is as good as everyone else -- and must not a waiter be a little less than a waiter to be a good Bohemian?
Sleep demands of us a guilty immunity. There is not one of us who, given an eternal incognito, a thumbprint nowhere set against our souls, would not commit rape, murder and all abominations.
This head has risen above its hair in a moment of abandon known only to men who have drawn their feet out of their boots to walk awhile in the corridors of the mind
We are beginning to wonder whether a servant girl hasn't the best of it after all. She knows how the salad tastes without the dressing, and she knows how life's lived before it gets to the parlor door.
To love without criticism is to be betrayed.
The night is a skin pulled over the head of day that the day may be in torment.
Dreams have only the pigmentation of fact.
The priceless galaxy of misinformation called the mind . . .
The unendurable is the beginning of the curve of joy.
To think is to be sick...
Her heavy peasant face was fringed by a bang of red hair like a woolen table-spread, a color at once strange and attractive, an obstinate color, a color that seemed to make Lena feel something alien and bad-tempered had settled over her forehead...
Life is painful, nasty and short... in my case it has only been painful and nasty.
We are adhering to life now with our last muscle - the heart.