There's enough sorrow in the world, isn't there, without trying to invent it.
One person with passion is better than forty people merely interested.
Italy and London are the only places where I don't feel to exist on sufferance.
Hope, politeness, the blowing of a nose, the squeak of a boot, all produce "boum.
Give, do not lend; after death who will thank you?
Naked I came into the world, naked I shall go out of it! And a very good thing too, for it reminds me that I am naked under my shirt, whatever its colour.