It is unbecoming for young men to utter maxims.
A good many young writers make the mistake of enclosing a stamped, self-addressed envelope, big enough for the manuscript to come back in. This is too much of a temptation to the editor.
Tragedy is when I cut my finger. Comedy is when you walk into an open sewer and die.
He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.
Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.
He is one of those people who would be enormously improved by death.
Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake.