Greed, like the love of comfort, is a kind of fear.

We must select the illusion which appeals to our temperament, and embrace it with passion, if we want to be happy.

Most of the beauty of women evaporates when they achieve domestic happiness at the price of their independence.

The only way for writers to meet is to share a quick peek over a common lamp-post.

In the sex war, thoughtlessness is the weapon of the male, vindictiveness of the female.

Green leaves on a dead tree is our epitaph-green leaves, dear reader, on a dead tree.

The worst vice of the solitary is the worship of his food.