The right I claim is that of every human being to speak what he believes to be the truth to whomever he may meet on his way.
The wrong way always seems the more reasonable.
I have written 30,000 words in a month - think of it - 30,000! I hope I am putting the right number of naughts: an average of a thousand words a day! For thirty days!
A man of letters never objects to a slum. He sharpens his pen there.
Isn't it strange that religious prejudices - beliefs none possess, not even the saints, so they have lamented - divide brothers and sons from their fathers. You see, I except mothers and sisters; the female is not a religious animal. If she were, the world would have ceased long ago.
Remorse: beholding heaven and feeling hell.