I should like to bury something precious in every place where I've been happy and then, when I'm old and ugly and miserable, I could come back and dig it up and remember.

At first it was impressive, but after half and hour deadly monotonous. It was like everything German - overdone.

Of children as of procreation -- the pleasure momentary, the posture ridiculous, the expense damnable

Perhaps host and guest is really the happiest relation for father and son.

We are American at puberty. We die French.

My unhealthy affection for my second daughter has waned. Now I despise all my seven children equally.

If we can't stamp out literature in the country, we can at least stop its being brought in from outside.