It is less mortifying to believe one's self unpopular than insignificant, and vanity prefers to assume that indifference is a latent form of unfriendliness.

Life is either always a tight-rope or a featherbed. Give me a tight-rope.

Ah, the poverty, the miserable poverty, of any love that lies outside of marriage, of any love that is not a living together, a sharing of all!

The air of ideas is the only air worth breathing.

I'd almost say it's the worries that make married folks sacred to each other.

If only we'd stop trying to be happy, we could have a pretty good time.

I begin to see what marriage is for. It's to keep people away from each other. Sometimes I think that two people who love each other can be saved from madness only by the things that come between them - children, duties, visits, bores, relations - the things that protect married people from each other.