There is no diplomacy like candor.

In betting on races, there are two elements that are never lacking - hope as hope, and an incomplete recollection of the past.

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.

I have noticed that the people who are late are often so much jollier than the people who have to wait for them.

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

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

Readers of novels are a strange folk, upon whose probable or even possible tastes no wise book-maker would ever venture to bet.