Custom alone regulates morals.

I cling to my imperfection, as the very essence of my being.

The first virtue of all really great men is that they are sincere. They eradicate hypocrisy from their hearts.

Never lend books, for no one ever returns them; the only books I have in my library are books that other folks have left me.

Yet, every now and then, there would pass a young girl, slender, fair and desirable, arousing in young men a not ignoble desire to possess her, and stirring in old men regrets for ecstasy not seized and now forever past.

In truth man is made rather to eat ices than to pore over old texts.

Existence would be intolerable if we were never to dream.