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I have made this [letter] longer than usual, only because I have not had the time to make it shorter.

Wit has truth in it; wise-cracking is simply callisthenics with words.

Where’s the man could ease a heart like a satin gown?

If, with the literate, I am

Don’t you see that the whole aim of Newspeak is to narrow the range of thought? In the end we shall make thoughtcrime literally impossible, because there will be no words in which to express it.

Good prose is like a window-pane.

Filling a space in a beautiful way. That’s what art means to me.

If I have seen further it is by standing on the shoulders of giants.

Cor ad cor loquitur.

May He support us all the day long, till the shades lengthen, and the evening comes, and the busy world is hushed, and the fever of life is over, and our work is done! Then in His mercy may He give us a safe lodging, and a holy rest, and peace at the last.

You can always count on a murderer for a fancy prose style.

The whole, though it be long, stands almost complete and finished in my mind, so that I can survey it, like a fine picture or a beautiful statue, at a glance. Nor do I hear in my imagination the parts successively, but I hear them, as it were, all at once.

The whole, though it be long, stands almost complete and finished in my mind, so that I can survey it, like a fine picture or a beautiful statue, at a glance. Nor do I hear in my imagination the parts successively, but I hear them, as it were, all at once.

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta.

Melody is the essence of music. I compare a good melodist to a fine racer, and counterpoints to hack post-horses.

Melody is the essence of music. I compare a good melodist to a fine racer, and counterpoints to hack post-horses.

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,

The harp that once through Tara’s halls

It could be said of me that in this book I have only made up a bunch of other men’s flowers, providing of my own only the string that ties them together.

It could be said of me that in this book I have only made up a bunch of other men’s flowers, providing of my own only the string that ties them together.

on being asked what she wore in bed: Chanel No. 5.

Good heavens! For more than forty years I have been speaking prose without knowing it.

If you steal from one author, it’s plagiarism;

Though all the winds of doctrine were let loose to play upon the earth, so Truth be in the field, we do injuriously by licensing and prohibiting to misdoubt her strength. Let her and Falsehood grapple; who ever knew Truth put to the worse, in a free and open encounter?