If only life were one long crisis, everyone would be perfect.

Never economize on luxuries.

It has been noticed that people who are not parents often have a peculiar fondness for children. This is sometimes attributed to a very beautiful nostalgia for a gift denied to them - dream-children, flowers that have only bloomed in imagination - but we think it is rather because they have not the faintest idea how dreadful children are.

it is rather depressing to think that one will still be oneself when one is dead, but I dare say one won't be so critical then.

If one cannot invent a really convincing lie, it is often better to stick to the truth.

There are few pleasures like really burrowing one's nose into sweet peas.

If there is one pleasure on earth which surpasses all others, it is leaving a play before the end. I might perhaps except the joy of taking tickets for a play, dining well, sitting on after dinner, and finally not going at all. That, of course, is very heaven.