What kind of life a dog . . . acquires. I have sometimes tried to imagine by kneeling or lying full length on the ground and looking up. The world then becomes strangely incomplete; one sees little but legs.

People in hotels strike no roots. The French phrase for chronic hotel guests even says so; they are called dwellers sur la branche.

The art of life is to show your hand.

The trouble with marriage is that, while every woman is at heart a mother, every man is at heart a bachelor.

I am a believer in punctuality though it makes me very lonely

There is no diplomacy like candor.

Nothing is so boring as having to keep up a deception.