雾都孤儿

欢乐与忧伤交汇在命运之杯里，然而其中绝没有辛酸的眼泪：因为就连忧伤本身也已冲淡，又裹在了那样甜蜜、亲切的回忆之中，失去了所有的苦涩，成了一种庄严的快慰.

论摄影

人类无可救赎地留在柏拉图的洞穴里，老习惯未改，依然在并非真实本身而仅是真实的影像中陶醉。

单独中的洞见

越是人多的社交场合，人与人之间就越是不可能产生真正的交流，有的只是面具与面具之间的周旋，有的只是自我的炫耀和宣泄。所以当很多人围坐在一起饮酒进餐的时候，人们看上去好像是在热烈地讨论着什么，但他们之间其实并没有在交流和沟通，他们都只是在向外扔东西。生理上他们是在进食，心理上却在向外排泄。

自深深处

You admired my work when it was finished: you enjoyed the brilliant successes of my first nights, and the brilliant banquets that followed them: you were proud, and quite naturally so, of being the intimate friend of an artist so distinguished: but you could not understand the conditions requisite for the production of artistic work. I am not speaking in phrases of rhetorical exaggeration but in terms of absolute truth to actual fact when I remind you that during the whole time we were together I never wrote one single line. Whether at Torquay, Goring, London, Florence or elsewhere, my life, as long as you were by my side, was entirely sterile and uncreative. And with but few intervals you were, I regret to say, by my side always.